I don't play by the rules

R I K Y N & D U I R Luckily for them both, the sound of his name met his sensitive, deer ears with a sharp acuity. Having been lured back by Ki’irha’s whistle, the buck was still unfortunately unlucky in finding Gwyn. Perhaps due to his panic and fear for both himself and her, the cerndyr had not thought to search outside the jungle, still quite stuck on the thought that the girl was eluding him, finding stealth a game. Her father had taught her it was such, after all… But, the whistle was a good clue. Even more of a clue was his own calling, spoken in a familiar tone, and with a heady sigh of relief, he bounds out of the jungle, appearing not far from the filly and star-strewn mare. Gwyn! he thinks, with so much enthusiasm and force that it trickles through the soul bond, into my mind, where I’m distantly grazing. Suddenly aware that my idiot companion has lost my child, I am promptly galloping through the woodland, prepared to shout at him until his ears fall off, and maybe worse. Still blissfully unaware I’m aware, Duir is instead making his way down the beach, believing he has found my daughter in time enough to not face my wrath. Glad to see a familiar face tending to Gwyn, Duir smiles at Ki’irha, bleats a cheerful deer’s thank you, and arrives alongside Gwyn with a glower of frustration cast in her direction that she’d run off in the first place. this is not destruction this is your birth —

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