ORIGIN

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A lot of things had happened lately to put the bear on edge - a lot of terrible things that had left him scarred, emotionally wounded, almost empty. But there was always something better waiting for him. There was always a light on the horizon, and for that reason, Leon had persisted.

Tomorrow was the day.

They had waited so long to finally be able to come together in union - officially. They hadn't really known what to call it, the ceremony, until somebody had mentioned at one of the meanings that it was a wedding. A wedding for Makyna and him. Back then, so many things had stood in the way of the ceremony. The rumors of the war would not allow them to relax, not even for a second, for fear that the Bonebound would succumb to the Merrymen. And then Raheerah, who haunted the caves and ignited anybody that set foot in Polaris, a constant threat. The dragon had already taken one dear to him.

But they had defeated him, in a way. And the war was no more than whispers, a myth on the wind as something that may have been, in another life. They'd cleared the way for the ceremony and finally it was time. In the wake of all the recent destruction, this would serve as a reminder - not everything was of depravity in this cave. There was good. They would come out of this stronger, united in their passion.

A few of them had already started to set things up in preparation for the ceremony tomorrow. Leon had something of an idea for how he wanted it to look, but for the most part, he was leaving it up to Makyna - it was mostly for her, anyways. He wanted all of Origin Cave to know of his love for her, but he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to be for her. The bear couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he sat near the lagoon before a pile of rocks that he had collected, intending to illuminate them so they could string them up with a vine (somehow) and decorate the cave.

One by one, the bear plucked the stones between his long claws and used his magic to immerse them in light, humming quietly to himself one of the many songs he'd heard Makyna sing before.

@Makyna @Clover @Bevy anybody else ??? ???

Clover had come back to Pisces, her light feet crunching in the snow, hesitant and a little bit afraid. She had crept away with Vazi was asleep, because she had remembered her promise to help with a wedding that she had heard of, for what felt like ages ago, and she wanted to keep her promise. She wanted to help, even if she might not be able to attend. She felt like she was sneaking away from the golem that would attack when it would realize she was gone, and she was admittedly a little scared of what Vazi might do if they found her gone when they woke up.

But....she couldn't contain her excitement. A wedding! How beautiful and lovely! Oh, how she wanted to go and see it with her own eye! And with the snow? Oh! How such a sight would sit in her mind with such amaranthine beauty, if she would be so lucky as to attend.

She saw a great, scarred bear sitting by the lake, humming a sweet song as they patiently made one rock at a time shine like a star, and she walked towards them shyly.

"Hello...." She said timidly, bowing her head, Vazi's potential anger in the back of her mind. She vaguely remembered seeing them before, but she couldn't place it. "My name is Clover. I...I'm here to help with the wedding? I can make pretty lights and I can sing, and I...." She blushed a little. "I would really like to help.

"This is how I speak."

@Leon

flight was euphoric for the adolescent eagle. his feathers were now brown and grays rather the creams and browns. large, hefty feathers replacing young, soft feathers - for better to carry his weight as he soared. and so he did, above all to the highest peak he could in the cave. his wings gave a beat, as azurite lenses looked about. above, he noticed a large creature, brown in color, lighting something up as he began to tentatively place items in certain spots. he wondered what the large beast was doing, so he circled around - but kept the altitude. soon, the creature of light appeared. his mother, clover, and a smile came to his beak as she spoke to the larger beast about how she could help in some ways. he wondered, for what could she help out with? he'd just have to investigate.

the eagle then lowered in altitude, slowing in momentum as he landed next to clover's legs. he looked up at the bear, of which he hadn't a clue was bear, and then back to clover, where the smile just couldn't dissipate.
"hello mom, how have you been?"
his voice growing older, as his body was. he flapped no longer useless wings for a moment, hopping a few feet closer to the large beast who seemed docile enough.
"and hello to you, i don't think we've met. i'm ambrus."
he offered his name without much hesitation, timidness not in the eagle's nature.

@clover
@leon

From the tunnel it was a short scurry out into the blindingly white open, and Barnett half hopped, half flopped through the snow, looking a bit like a weasel mid war dance. The cave was enormous - though all of them were, to something so small - and bitingly cold, water and snow covering the ground. I... ah remember this, ah think.

The numbat slowed at Booker's voice, whistling jauntily. Well then, guess the body'll know how not to fall in the water, eh? Tone dripping with sarcasm, Barnett chuckled at Booker's responding grunt of annoyance, dropping the subject quicker than a toxic mushroom.

Besides, it isn't like it's a strong memory - I can't feel anything off of it. Benign, at the most. Booker shrugged and lay still in the back of their shared mind space, and so Barnett traveled on, enraptured by the thick layer of fluffy snow that coated the ground.

He was distracted enough to almost miss the gathering of creatures - until he heard them speak, of course. With a tiny, startled screech, the numbat scrambled for cover, ducking behind a rocky outcropping with a clatter sure to raise attention.

Cursing under his breath, Barnett sighed, glanced up to the heavens for patience, and peered out from behind the boulders, eyes widening. An absolutely enormous bear sat nearby, along with some sort of bird with talons much too sharp to eat anything but, well, things like him.

And there, in the middle of it, was Clover.

Barnett choked back a shout, wincing and flailing his hands frantically, almost ready to rush in and try to be - what was the word? Heroic, as Booker had so foolishly done one too many times - but when the bird spoke, it was as a child to a mother, and the numbat relaxed, sighing. Guess weird families kinda happen in the caves, huh, Books?

No response, but Barnett didn't bother worrying over the scribe, instead trotting out from his hiding spot, passing by the eagle and coming to a stop next to Clover, waving up at her with a grin. "'lo, Clover!"

The mention of a wedding seemed to snap Booker back to attention, and Barnett simply repeated what he did, huffing. "Like I said before, I'd love to help with the singin'. Ah can make refreshments too," he offered, mentally grimacing at the slurred accent.

Before the bear could reply, two things happened that just about took her breath away. Her Ambrus had appeared again! With a cry, she knelt down to her beautiful bird, who was growing up so fast and kissed them and nestled them and felt her heart wrench in her chest. She missed her bird so much!

She was so proud of her lovely bird, offering such a polite introduction to the large bear, looking between the two. "I've been doing well, my love. Vazi is....very adamant a host." Her eye fluttered down to the snow, remembering when the two deer had talked here not too long ago, and her voice was quiet. "I should have listened to you two and left when I could have. He is not very nice anymore. Have you...have you seen Vicktor? Oh, do tell me they are alright."

Some rapid movement off to the side caught her attention and she saw a very flustered but grinning Booker, making her brighten up again. "Why, if it isn't Booker! My friend, I am pleased to see you again! Where is your lovely son, Diot?"

She smiled at the group that had centered around the bear, feeling right at home again with such wonderful company. It was as if all of her captivity under Vazi had never happened. "Booker, this is my lovely eagle, Ambrus. Ambrus, Booker." She grinned. "My! Are we all here to help with the wedding?"

"This is how I speak."

@Leon

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