(1866-10-07) Of Plans and Dreams
Of Plans and Dreams
Summary: With her sister's permission, Emilia does go to see Lon. Some plans are proposed and discussion of some odd dreams Emilia has been having occurs.
Date: 1866-10-07
Related: Interrupting the Fun
Players:
Emilia  Lon  

Woods of Ironhold - Rivana
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1866-10-07

Permission had been given to again see Lon, and to even go to that end after her discussion with Raelyn. It had been a thing Emilia had said she wished to do, just she didn't mention that there was something else she needed to see to first. It made for a path that was rather the long way around to that end, but it had been a visit that was needed in its own way as well. It had also meant an evening out at the ruins, in some ways safer then stopping in midst of the forest. But Emilia had set out just before the barest sliver of light was touching the skies. Moving at an easy lope through the area about the ruins. She knew it well enough, it changed little.

It was mid morning when she slowed a little, pausing even to take a drink from the water skin she had brought with her. A mild twirl of sorts under the small burst of leaves that were falling down from the trees. Emilia's hand drifting out to flutter in the air about one of the leaves as it fell. A faint smile seemed to find it's way to her lips at the moment, at the thought of being able to see Lon…Even if he was likely to speak of lessons. Though her hand faltered a moment. Would he even be there? They had only just returned from Pacitta.

—-

He is there. Crouched upon a rock, looking outward into the small valley below. Not that there's much to see beyond the usual wilderness. While he's clad in his usual furs and leathers, he wears his "younger" face. He doesn't turn to look at her when she draws near, but there's a touch of laughter to his voice when he calls out:

"You're early."

And with that said, he then turns about and regards Emilia a few moments, grinning that wolfish grin of his. A small fire crackles nearby, with a pair of rabbits roasting on a spit over them, but the wind has carried the smoke away from the direction Emilia approached, and down towards the valley rather than towards civilization. Otherwise there's little sign of anyone else having been here, much less for any real length of time.

"You spoke with your sister?"

—-

Those stoic features might just flicker a bit to show that Emilia is pleased to find him there as she reaches that appointed area. Her steps staying to a stop at his words,"Shall I of go of away and of return of later, more of on time of then?" Some hint of tease perhaps within her tone, even if there is that rather deadpan delivery in Cassomir fashion.

The usual turn of leathers were warn, that Huntress styling to them. Though perhaps some dirt smudging in a few places upon one side. Dark hair was braided back, keeping it from her face. With the wind blowing the smoke away, it had likely also helped to carry her scent along to give him plenty of warning of her approach. Emilia's dark eyes drifted over him, a hint of a smile coming to see that wolfish grin of his.

She nods a touch,"Of aye, she and I have been of speaking. " There is a little twitch of her lips,"She says you are old." A thing that seems to perhaps amuse Emilia. Her hand turns slightly as she speaks again,"I am of sorry, I should have not been of asking for of the favour, then would not have been so much of…talking. I should have known of better."

—-

"No. This is better. They may not yet understand, but they know, and that is better than not knowing. I think your sister was more angry at that than what we have shared." Lon shrugs, moving to sit more comfortably upon the rock, "Though I fear Old Lon may have to die so that I might wear my true face and spare you some of the need for the sneaking about." He glances towards Emilia, questioning, "Would that make things…easier?"

He doesn't entirely wait for an answer, before adding, "I would not wish to anger your pack. More than I already have." There's not exactly deep regret in his tone. More a matter-of-factness to it. And perhaps the acknowledgement, if silent, that it is hard on her as well.

—-

"It is of better, one less of secret to of hold," sort of. Emilia does give a little nod of agreement,"I am thinking of so as of well, as she seemed of..disappoint, of hurt when I would not of tell her whom's favour I would be of wearing." Her steps carrying her over to the rock he is settled upon as he speaks. Though the matter of 'Old Lon' dying does have her brows rising in a hint of questioning surprise.

"I have been doing of well at of the sneaking of part," but Emilia does concede with a faint nod,"it would be easier to not have to sneak of about so of much. And…" There is a faint turn of hesitation before she admits,"I have of liked having you of around during of the time in Sunsreach and of Pacttia…it was being of nice."

A slight frown comes though as she considers it all,"Raelyn was of saying I had to be of finding of way to make of it of work…as was not of a thing that could be hidden of forever. And this would be of a way….But who would you of be if not of Lon? " Emilia's dark eyes finding those bright blue ones,"But is that of what you would want? To have way to where your true of face, to chance ot be of about of more?"

—-

"Old Lon can always have a son. It is a way I have passed unnoticed in near the same area in the past." Lon notes, "I can change the weight of age upon my face, but not the face that lies beneath. Not since days long past." Lon shrugs, then adds, "It is different now. Your family knows me, or of me. If they were to help…establish my younger self, there would be fewer questions." He smiles, "And there is warmth when one walks in the sun. I have hid for a long time, even by my own standards. While this would still be hiding some…it need not be all. Secrets have a weight of their own."

—-

"Of true, they know of you, and would of help to establish…the son of Lon. To help ensure less questions, or see what ones of occur are waved of along." Emilia cants her head a little,"Of aye, secrets are of having of a weight to of them." It was something she did know, having hide so much from her family for those years. And even now, till from so many. "But like of burdens, when the secret is of smaller, shared…so is of the weight being of shared." A hand raises a little to give the end of his nose a light tap,"But that is not of answering of the question of entirely. There is sideways of answering in your of words. Is it what you are wanting? To be of about of more to ensure I am of keeping to of my of lessons," there is a tugging at the corners of her lips,"and to have the washer of women trying to of arrange of you with their of daughters."

—-

"I am willing to attempt it, but it should be discussed with your family first. Or at least your sister." Lon notes, "And perhaps the eldest brother." Because he's not entirely sure how "read in" Devlin is. He does snort a bit at the tap to his nose, and replies, "If it were purely about lessons, then there would be no need to shed the face of age." He looks wry at that statement, and adds, "And should our bond become public, or at least presented in ways they understand…I suspect the washer-women will refrain."

—-

Emilia nods a little bit,"I will discuss of it with Raelyn, and I of suspect, even if Jaren is soon to not be having of say in such of matters for me," meaning whom she may or may not have a 'relationship with',"that Raelyn will be of wishing for him to be of told in some of way of about…things." Considering….well..it is complicated. There is a little smile at the snort. "Of aye, I do of suppose the washer of women might of refrain of then. Depends, suppose will perhaps of see. And of true, if it was just of lessons there would not be any of need. But it has rather of become a bit more than lessons," leaning to steal a kiss from him, rather warmly so.

—-

It's certainly not a kiss he shies away from, wrapping an arm about Emilia's waist and pulling her a bit closer after she makes that contact. When it breaks, the arm does not disappear, and he smiles towards her, "True. But I do not regret that things have turned in the way they have. And I suspect neither do you." He notes with a glimmer of humor, "But speaking of lessons, we should return to them soon, I think."

—-

There is a smile as she gets pulled in closer, content to linger in close after the kiss is broken. Emilia's hands coming to settle a bit upon him in the closer quarters. "No, I am not of regretting of it. Though I do of perhaps wonder sometimes why you actually of…hmmmm…offered of yourself as of a choice for the Dance." A faint glimmer touches Emilia's eyes, even if there is just a hint of a mock sigh,"Of supposing of so. Before there is to much of distracting, and then lack of lessons and of worse, that of rabbit would end up of burning. And that would be of a true of waste."

—-

"Indeed." Lon replies, chuckling, and gesturing over towards the fire, "Well fed ones, too." He rises to his feet, moving over to crouch by the fire, eyeballing the two rabbits, and with long years of experience telling him they're near done. "Just a bit longer, I think." He glances back to Emilia and notes, "To answer your question: It had been long since I had seen the Dance. I responded the only way I knew how. But I do not regret it, as I said. Far from it."

—-

A smile flickers briefly, it was a strange thing how they came that bit easier with him. And yet perhaps not with how They tended to be a bit more..subdued in ways around him. Even if horridly displeased! "They did appear to be of a descent of brace of rabbits. Should be of fine of energy for of lessons." Giving a look to the valley before Emilia steps away from the rocks and moves nearer the fire. "I am of glad you do not regret of it. It was of surprising, but much of pleasant of surprise." There is a slight ponderance,"If it comes to of be that Son of Lon is of about in of the future, does that of mean, I will of yet have to sneak of along to of his room, or will he be finding his way to of mine at times?" And yet how easily she still even asks the next,"Of which shall we be of covering in of today's of lesson?"

—-

Lon barks a short laugh, shaking his head more in amusement rather than refusal, "I suppose that may yet be, yes…young Lon doing the sneaking." He chuckles again, grinning as he takes the rabbits off the fire, setting them on a makeshift rack nearby to cool just a bit. "Review." He answers in regards to the day's lesson. "Our lessons in Pacitta were brief. We will speak of the techniques that I have already imparted, and you will tell me which have brought you greater peace." He adds, grinning, "Dancing doesn't count."

—-

Emilia smiles a touch when that laugh comes and there is yet more chuckling that came with some possiblity of 'young' Lon doing some sneaking. Moving to sit, her legs crossing under her as the rabbits are set to cool. "Of aye, with all of the activities of the tournament, was not as much of time for of lessons." There is just a hint of her eyes widening,"But it does of bring of greater peace, and I am guessing your are going to say, sneaking of along to curl up in of your bed does not of count of either." A hand gives a little turn in the air,"They are of the easiest of 'techniques' and while of pleasant, I cannot be of denying that they are not of always being of practical." And vanishing for days within a gate just was beyond her control. "Though they seem to be of the only ones that help with of dreams." She frowns slightly before shaking some thought off.

—-

"Dreams are always difficult to ward. Impossible, in truth. We can hide from ourselves in waking hours, but not in dreams." Lon replies, glancing over to Emilia and catching that slight frown. "Something worries your dreams of late? Beyond that which is normal for you?" He looks concerned now, if only because such displays are rare enough to be telling with Emilia. "Or are they simply worse than the norm still?"

—-

"Of aye, was thinking dreams are of hard, since cannot be of actively of controlling…Not as in of the same ways of applying a technique within a waking of moment." Emilia hesitates at the questions, perhaps uncertain on how to explain…to explain…Or simply hoping her own diagnosis was correct. "Not of worse…but of different. Different of dreams started before of leaving Pacitta. I was thinking little of them at of first. Am used to having of….strange of dreams." To put it lightly! "But the dreams are of causing of worry, of upset to of Beast as of well. So it is not of Their doing…that is what is of confusing, of worrying about of them. Is of things I am not of knowing, of understanding. Yet seem of familiar of all of the same. Have thought perhaps were just being of result of having been of away for so of long."

—-

"These are not dreams that are familiar to you? Something that has occurred in a different time and place?" Lon queries, still dividing his attention between the rabbits and Emilia, though clearly his concerns are more directed towards the latter. "Dreams that upset the Beast." He frowns, "This is not a thing I know." He shakes his head, looking fully to Emilia now, "Can you tell me any more of this? What the dreams show you? Or are they the formless kind that worries thought without memory of their substance?"

—-
"Of correct, they are not of being of familiar to of me. " Emilia there is a mild of frown of thought as she does consider,"Could of perhaps of be of a different time and of place, not of sure. It is of things I am not of recalling ever of being to, of seeing." Her dark eyes do study him in noticing his concern, the frown that comes,"You have never had of dreams that upset of the Beast within? Is it of having of its own of voice, like of mine?" It was not a thing she'd actually thought about before, perhaps simply assuming it was similar with how he'd talked about helping his children try to tame theirs.

With the questions that come and his attention fully upon her, allowing the rabbits to continue to cool and rest. A small breath is taken before Emilia speaks,"They have been of both….They were starting of formless, more of feelings upon of waking with little of thought to of them, memory of what was of in of them. But over of time, there is more of details of the dream. Not of sure because of it of occurring of more, or if it has been of taking more of form. Like of having of life of its own. I think because of Beast was of first of amused to of start, I was not of giving as much of attention to of them. Like It was of toying with of me in new of way of perhaps." A finger lightly taps upon her knee before her hand lifts and those fingers dance slightly in the air. "Is always of starting of in of a room, is of having a domed of ceiling, with pale of lights that make light of chiming of sounds as they dance of about, causing much of shadows. Almost like of floating of orbs of Everlight, but are not of being of such. There is of a….goblyn, least I am of thinking it is of such…all of green and with such of teeth. Always have of impression that it is thinking of eating of me." There is a faint quirk of her lips as she notes,"This is what seems to be much of amusing to of the Beast. But after of room, it becomes of endless of hallways, long and of smooth. Used to of just end of there, feeling of weary, hopeless of finding of end. Sometimes with feelings of dread, like something bad was about to of happen. But first of night of back, ended of different. With bright of white, nothing of substance, but of feelings…much of strong even yet upon of waking, takes of time for them to of fade. Especially as they seem of shared with of Beast in of some of way. Great of anger, but becomes of replaced with a deep of fear, of terror."

—-

“For me, there is no division between Beast and Man. That was the blessing of the Elder Changelings. They are like a coin…two sides of one whole. For some reason, for those that followed after…our children and our children’s children and on and on…it was not the same.” Lon shakes his head, “We were, perhaps, flawed from the start, even if in ways invisible to us. Or perhaps our creators simply did not care.” He adds, “So no…dreams do not worry my beast any more or less than the man, but dreams for me are rarely remembered. I know I do dream, for occasionally I do recall, but often they are fragments of memory of ages long past jumbled together like a poorly-assembled house. They are oft-confusing, but rarely frightening.” He chuckles, “Or perhaps I’m simply accustomed to being addled in my old age. There is much I have forgotten, yet echoes remain to build the foundations of my dreams. Without the sound that cause the echo, though, remembering the source often eludes me.”

Lon frowns more deeply now, canting his head, “A Goblyn? You seem certain and yet…do you recall seeing a Goblyn before? The bits you describe do speak of a truthful representation.” He rubs at his chin a bit in thought, “I saw a Goblyn some weeks ago, but he squirreled away into a Goblin-Hole and I could not seize him. I have not seen it since. But I would think if he had visited you, you would recall more clearly.” He frowns a bit," These first bits you describe…this place you see…chiming, floating lights? Those are more familiar to me. The Creators…the Sidhe used such things.” He scratches his head a bit, “It makes me wonder if you may carry some fragment of her Memory amidst all else. But these other things you describe…the hallways and wandering and the rest…these I do not know.”

—-

Emilia's head cants a little as she listens to the response that comes to her question, curiosity and interest flickering in her eyes. "It would be of a blessing to not be of having the added of voice, to worry about such of a disagreement when the Beast was not of agreeing," as her's is often not in agreement with her. "Or of being a distraction in of such ways at the wrong of moment. Makes some of sense then of why you would not suffer moon of madness like of those that came of after. If Beast and Man is not of whole, but of separate…is perhaps of being like of the few of times where my Beast has won of out…just of being different of…trigger." Perhaps a crude understanding, but also perhaps more than what most mortals could dare to grasp. "I am of thinking all are being of flawed in some of way, whether in of seeing it or of not, being Man or of Changling…just some of us are perhaps being more of flawed than others. A mild study is given of him, before she speaks again,"I am of sure you have had of chance to forget of more of things then I can ever of hope to know. " Shaking her head a bit at his chuckle, a faint tugging to the corners of her mouth,"And I am of thinking most would be of pleased to be of looking of good at so many of years." Just a faint tinge of pink mayhaps appear on her cheeks with the mild tease.

A nod comes,"Of aye, a Goblyn. I am not thinking I have seen of such, least not outside of story of books." Emilia adds a faint nod,"You spoke of seeing of one, you were of trying to of track of him when Raelyn and I were of visiting." Fingers flit briefly in the air as he speaks of being familiar with the floating lights but little else. A mild furrowing of Emilia's brow coming as she considers his words,"It could of be perhaps of be a memory of Hers," considering all the other oddities, Emilia is not going to dismiss it as a possibility. "And would be of explaining why my Beast is being of confused, of upset…as perhaps it is being like of your of dreams to of you, is of memory but is being so of jumbled it is of as meaning of little to It as it is to of me. Perhaps will have more of meaning if it keeps as it has of been with the repeating and of details of becoming of clear. Or go away all of together." It is not entirely clear just which Emilia might prefer really, with how the dream has been ending.

—-

“Long before I was made, the Sidhe and Bane Sidhe were one people. Perhaps it is a fragment of memory from that time. Or perhaps even of the moments when Sidhe became Bane Sidhe.” Lon shrugs, “I do not know much of those days. They had long been at war when I was created to fight for them.” He chuckles softly at Emilia’s compliment, “Most would, aye. I think, at the end, Julian Castor both envied me, but he did not know the burden of agelessness…only the myth and wishes of a mortal mind.” Lon glances back to Emilia and grins a bit, “And now, we should eat. And then we will have lessons, and if there is time afterwards…” The grin widens a bit, accompanied by the slight shrug of a shoulder, “Then we will see what mischief we may find.”

—-

There is a faint 'hmm' as Emilia considers the possibilities of what the dream could be of, to actually have a memory of so long ago is an intriguing concept that is lightly mulled over. A smile touches her lips when he chuckles at the compliment. "It is the way of the hopes and wishes of many a mortal mind, to be seeing of the pleasant side of a thing, not of the down of side, the of burdens. Everything is of having a cost, of a price." There is a brief frown, some flicker of confusion that touches her expression before Emilia shakes her head. "Of aye, of eating so there is of energy for of lessons," a quiet smile coming before she adds,"and perhaps of mischief as of well."

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