Gehirn watched the ongoings for a while, the pink stag waking and being offered painkillers. Moving the rocks when asked to, bracing the branch when asked to, his eyes turning to the other side of the branch when Herla explained what was next. He felt for a moment with his other hoof where it’d be the best place to deliver the blow, so the branch wouldn’t break. The leg had to break, not the branch. “Alright.” He sighed, really not too happy about all this. He didn’t actually like breaking legs that much.

As soon as it seemed the right time, the stag just stomped. A sickening crunch came from under the branch, sending a shudder over the giant’s spine. Eck. He removed the branch so Herla could get to her work, but refused to look at the leg again. Trying to tell himself it was just the sound of a few twigs snapping. He was about to walk off to cool his head under the stream, as he’d usually do after being confronted with something that turned his stomach inside-out, but he decided to wait first to hear if Herla needed him for anything else. Like, holding the other end of the reeds as she worked. Or something. He was no medicine stag. Never did his head turn back to the leg, though. His face a little paler than usual.

Tracking this c:

Everyone played their role, like a well oiled machine, it was amazing what people could do when they had too. Ymir held the wounded Fae and Gehirn delivered the blow exactly as she’d needed him too. The sound of bones breaking, fractured pieces grinding past one another was not Herla’s favorite sound either. Her face only hardened though and with the bone rebroke, she worked swiftly, first tying a length of cord about the leg’s pastern, and wrapping the length of the leg in clean dry moss for padding. Then she laid two very sturdy branches along the leg, along with several lengths of cord at multiple junctions across the leg, the splint when applied would extend a joint above and joint below the break site, immobilizing them both along with the break spot. But first the now rebroken leg needed to be pulled back into alignment.

“It needs to be pulled straight now,” she explained, “Ymir if you can keep holding on to Genty, very firmly now, Gehirn will take the cord I’ve tied here, “ she indicated the rope tied to the pastern, “And pull the leg straight. Pull hard. The leg has already contracted, the muscles and tendons pulling the broken ends of the bones past each other, so it won’t be easy. But when it’s straight then I can bind the splint on to hold it,” she hoped Genty continued to sleep, this was a painful thing too and an awake patient fighting the process made it all the more difficult. She wanted to get the splint on before he could start to wake up on them.

Once the two males would pull the leg straight for her, Herla tied the splint on as quickly as she could, a difficult process, really someone else helping to hold things in place would have been nice but pulling and keeping the leg straight while the splint was applied was critical too. She managed with a little difficulty but finally got the splint bound and secure, the leg in proper alignment now.

“There,” she said, sitting back when finished, she wiped her forehead on her knee, it’d been hard, swift work and she took a moment to catch her breath now. And give the wounded Fae a chance to catch his too. Normally someone would sleep through the night on that syrup, she didn't know what to expect though from the Fae, whose healing speed seemed so much quicker then anything she'd seen before.

((Edit: Missed these comments! Thanks for the track SilverBlood! And I’m with you Luana, I keep going back to look at it too. Akreon art is like crack. Sparkly, pretty, addictive crack. I was pretty happy to snag another commission from them ^_^ )

/reading intently and eating popcorn
don't mind me folks

The sound of aligning bones was enough to drive anyone mad, the sickening grating noise stomach turning. It didn't help that from all the applied force, his joints sickeningly popped under stress. Which, to the untrained ear may have seemed like farther damage was performed. Even though it clearly wasn't.

When the leg was bound and patched up the fae began to breath easier. The pain masked from a mixture of the massive dose of medicine and natural endorphins. He looked far better than he did only a mere handful of hours ago and while he was nowhere near full recovery, he was taking baby steps in the right direction. Sleeping deeply and seemingly undisturbed, the fae stag was silent but for the hiss of breath from his nose. He'd be out for at least another four hours, and that would leave him open to the predators that roamed the forest. Ymir could only do so much, especially when his brow was dull from the lack of antlers.

(:| Now I want popcorn. Jeeze, not sharing. So rude.)

Ymir's ears perked curiously forward as he watched Herla move away, settling herself in a spot that seemed most comfortable for her. Meanwhile, he had decided to stay nearest to Genty. His neck curving like a swan's as he breathed out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes to show some sort of resting state.

He was tired, after all.

It would be dark soon, and nights were when wolves came out to hunt. Them and whatever other foul beasts that may roam the woods during the moonlit hours. It didn't matter, however. He would fight anything that came barreling in, threatening-like. With nerves already pulled fairly taught, Ymir didn't think there was much — if any — thought of fleeing left in his mind. Not with Genty so close to a full recovery.

We've come so close, he thought, opening an eye to look at his friend, too close to be set back now.

With that, Ymir set to guarding not only his friend, but also taking it on himself to guard their helpers as well should they need it. That was just how he worked.

The pale stag slept undisturbed throughout the entire night, primarily from the sheer amount of drugs he'd consumed the day prior. Though snippets of dream haunted him, he fought through them and into the numbing embrace of a body that'd been pushed too far. The medication had caused the stag to sleep through the pain inflicted upon his broken body, causing it so that he'd only awaken with a terrible ache all over. His head would feel as if a jackhammer was going off within his skull, but it would be nothing in comparison of the event prior.

As the night faded into daylight, the stag's awareness of his surroundings slowly tumbled back, the fog in his mind clearing. Birds sang their intricate warbling melodies and the echo of water near-by cause his tapered ears to flinch, his body tensing. With an almost overly load groan, he pried his sleep crusted eyes open and allowed the drug haze to fade. Once it did, he realized that Ymir had come back and was pressed firmly against him, his fur soft and warm against his back. The second thing he noticed was that the warmth of fever had dulled to a manageable level.

When his body fully awakened he couldn't help but gasp as waves of pain radiated from the freshly rebroken bone. Choking on what little moisture was left in his water starved mouth, he shuddered and pressed against Ymir for the comfort of another body. It was the type of pain that clouded ones mind and caused their stomachs to churn. Pressing his cheek into the cool moss, he counted to ten. Once again using the old fae warrior's tactic to managing seemingly unbearable agony. As he reached ten, he hoisted his body up so that he was awkwardly half sitting half laying.

Dual toned eyes studied his surroundings, a frown marring his features as he noticed the piles of stone around his formerly crumpled form. His magic had fled and due to a broken host he didn't know when it would return to replenish his stores. Thousands of bells, hours of work, gone. With a sigh he flicked the tip of a hoof against the pile before noticing the crumpled seedlings. How could anyone stomp out such innocent life? A tremble of sadness rolled through his body before he began to sing. Selflessly using the remains of his depleted magic to sing the seedlings back into life. He coaxed them with his weak warbly voice into life once again, only stopping with he came dangerously close to using all of his remaining magic. It would take months to replenish all his wards and magics, the accumulation of fae magic was a slow slow process and he needed what tiny amount he had left to recover. Though, even that wouldn't be enough and his healing process would likely be double that of a formerly healthy fae.

With a sigh he ran his hoof over the now healthy plants and slowly glanced towards the sleeping doe and her mate. He hadn't realized they'd stayed till then. A small smile edged his exotic features,a silent greeting. He wasn't ready to talk, not to add it would be rude to wake the exhausted healer up.

(.....All the pent up muse.)

Mere hours into the night, Ymir was betrayed by itchy eyes and aching neck joints as he laid there beside Genty. Head getting lower with each passing minute until he thought to rest his cheek against the other's back, eyes already closed as sleep made his body go limp. He hadn't wanted to fall asleep, but things didn't always go your way.

No dreams came to him during the times he did rest his eyes. They were rare, and often or not, Ymir had a hard time keeping them with him after he woke. And he did wake eventually, but only when he felt movement under him.

Eyes opened as he felt Genty shuffle closer to him, and immediately Ymir picked his head up. Feeling as though he had added some unwanted extra weight to the other's form when only his head had been laying on him. He took the time to noticed daybreak was upon them now, and the smell of dew was obvious this close to the earth. Stretching his neck, he brought a knee up to itch his nose on as he yawned. Taking to watching quietly as Genty worked magic with the previously crushed plants. Filling them with life using his voice. It was the second time Ymir had seen him do that, and still it intrigued him.

When a startled cry came from where Herla and Gehirn lay, Ymir flinched and turned his head. Ears pinned as he searched for whatever danger that had spiked the doe's alarm. But he found nothing. Nothing but a scared gaze that she had locked onto Genty.

Ymir's limbs went from tense to relaxed again, and slowly the homonculus got to his hooves. Shaking himself and stretching before speaking. "He is singing to the plants," he explained, one brow raised in slight confusion. He wasn't sure why Herla had grown so worried over the little grassy things. "It is what he does." A glance from Genty and back before he added, "is..there something wrong?"

The end melodies of his song faded as the doe surged to awareness, on her feet and bristling like he'd been caught killing small baby animals. His ears twitched and his head canted, curious and extremely confused. Leaning over his plants protectively he fought the feeling of his fur rising. "Healer? What is it, did you scent someone that you do not wish to be around?" He questioned gently, body tensing, which sent fiery spikes of pain through his leg. His face screwed into an awkward straight lipped cringe. He needed more medicine, but not till the doe calmed down enough to administer it.

Of course Ymir was up and on his feet in a matter of moments defending him. He understood his nature, and knew the fae well enough to presume he'd never harm another without great reason. With a nod Genty verified the other's words. "He's correct. I was simply singing them back to life, somehow they were trampled last night and it pains me to see such new life crushed before it receives a chance to live. Besides, there are rare plants in this bundle and I plan to remove them and replant them once they are older; stronger." He paused to offer a small smile. "Perhaps there are even plants within this grouping that you yourself may need? There are a few saplings, an apple and a mango that could even grow to feed families." He offered, glancing lovingly down at the small greenery. Normally, when the stag had enough magic to constantly emit it, the plants would react visibly towards him. To them, he actually was a sun.

When the great stag spoke he couldn't help but jump, all this time he thought he'd been asleep. Duel tone eyes swiveled towards teh male, an almost fearful expression playing over his features. It smoothed quickly when he realized he wasn't angry but rather offering suggestions. "Oh, oh my bad I didn't even think that it would wake her up. I'm done now but I'm sorely sorry if I was the cause of disturbance." He offered, voice gentle and calm. Genty had a way of always sounding like a soothing fatherly figure. His voice was soft yet firm and edged in the sweetness that flavors honey.

Ymir's ears flicked back and forth, listening as the three conversed. Only when Herla mentioned her reason for acting so shaken and angry did they settle for pointing back, pinning his hair that was there. Not only did the doe have a reason, she had a very good and solid reason for acting the way she had. He couldn't be mad at her for snapping.

The homonculus gave Genty a sidelong glance, muttering the words, "Maybe you should save it for later when you're better and more equipped to handling all that is needed for making such things." He hadn't meant to sound blunt. He was only trying to keep the peace, but he did believe that Genty had a better chance for taking care of the plants when he was at full strength, and away from Herla, Gehirn, and whomever their child may be.

So, in his eyes, it all made a perfect solution. Almost like a domino-effect. Good things come to those who wait. Perhaps Genty would find some rarer seeds come the next batch of plants he decided to grow.

The doe's angry hiss caused his body to tense farther, his magic fading and drifting away to be hidden; tucked far far away within himself. Genty managed to nod, face grim. "Alright, alright. It's over. I don't have enough magic to continue anyways." He managed, pressing himself into the rough bark of the wood.

As she paced a sigh left his pallid lips, eyes tracing her every movement. When she carried on, he couldn't help but pause, fae tried to do what? Kill an innocent child and for what he assumed was no reason? Fear spidered down his back at the idea of his own kind killing what his own people held so dear to their hearts. Granted, his race were those who possessed souls of molten gold. They wouldn't be the type to murder children. Of course, there were also fae whose hearts were corrupt and -would- harm a child. "Healer, I didn't know. If I had known I'd have warded myself so that not an inkling of magic escaped into the open." He paused, features falling. "Who did it? Why did they do it. Children are to be cherished, who would break that unspoken law and attempt to end an innocent life?" His voice came at a hiss and he looked as if he were about to rise from the ground, still broken, to go after whoever was a threat to the family he'd only just met.

Genty had a complex as far as protecting and surviving those who couldn't protect themselves. It came from his time as Duke. He felt a strong emotional bond to those with fae blood, especially children. There was one a time where he'd take time out of his busy days to spend hours upon hours with the hoards of fae children. He'd bring them gifts and teach them quirky little songs.

Glancing at Ymir he nodded and attempted a nod. His posture was rigid and the hair along the pale stags back was raised, his features floofed in anger. "I plan to Ymir. I don't wish to upset the ones who took so much time to heal the wounds of my own stupidity." He hissed, digging the tip of his hoof into the ground. He cursed the fact his body was broken, he couldn't do anything to aid those who needed it most.

"Healer. I didn't catch your name or your bonded's. I feel rude to call you by such a impersonal name." He had with held the agitated emotion from his voice, seeing as this was a more friendly question that didn't require the anger over one of his own kind going after a child.

The fair folk had never been something Ymir knew about. He grew up with science and alchemy. Sure, beyond the walls he had been kept behind there may have been more to see and know, but Ymir had never gotten there. He had never seen such things, so all of this was pretty new to him.

Herla's outburst had given them a bit of a window, however. It seemed the more angrier and frustrated she got, the more she explained things. Ymir was never one to pry, so it made things a bit easier for him. Of course, this wasn't all a good thing. Having the doe who had just helped Genty heal become infuriated because of her patient's actions wasn't something he easily placed within a folder of best things to happen.

He chose the decision to stay quiet while the female spoke, feeling out of place, and when Herla inquired about the water, he was equally quiet when leaving. The idol would be the area to find the dipping stones, though he sort of hoped he would come across the one he'd found a week or so before. That one had been perfect, and sorting through the others to find an equally perfect stone would take longer than he wanted to stay.

Finding it took a lot less time than he thought it would, and, clenching it in his fangs, the buck knelt into the waters to allow a portion of the liquid to settle in the middle of the thin bowl-like stone. Again, he made a note to grab a few necessities the next time he ventured into his homeland. One of them being a damned cup.

Moving back uphill and into the forest, the day was definitely moving along. Birds, frogs, and the occasional squirrel chatter had picked up almost suddenly. Just another reminder that even when you're gone, life went on.

"You know," he spoke up after placing the bowl down before Genty, eyes flickering to Herla. "I am not capable of understanding everything but I can put together pieces and configure my own sort of assessments from this." He leaned his weight on one side, curving a hind hoof much like how a horse would. "Have you ever thought that there are two sides?" A small tweak of the head, a flick of an ear. "You have spoken that there is some sort of evil side to this kind, while Genty portrays nothing but benevolence." A glance toward his friend and back, utterly calm and cool in his actions and voice. "You, yourself, have also shown sympathetic actions by going out of your way and healing him. Despite your fear and your anger, you helped."

The air grew tense in the matter of seconds, furthering the raised fur along his back. The doe was obviously upset and it bothered him. He didn't intend for things to escalate teh way they did, besides, it wasn't as if he knew any of the things the doe was explaining. When her words turned sharp he inwardly winced. Perhaps she was correct, perhaps his own stupidity was what landed him in the body of a deer. Frowning he bent his head to sip at the water Ymir had brought him, downing the medicine in a few bitter swallows. With a nod of thanks he turned, eyes half lidded. "You're right and perhaps what you say is true. Truthfully, I don't know the entire story behind what landed me within this world. However, I'm here and lessons need to be learned. " He said, words dull. After a long pause he offered a feeble grin. "Either way, I'm thankful for what you've done for me." He admitted honestly.

"I'm sorry your experience with fae has been less than decent, however that doesn't mean that I'm here to cause harm." He managed before being caught off guard by Gehirn and Ymir's conversation. "He's right Ymir. Nothing is just one shade of grey. With light comes the shadows that are created by said illumination." A metaphor.


(Short post is short. :| Sorrryyyy)

Mentally, Ymir flinched. Feeling Gehirn's words like a slap. Something in the buck's stomach dropped, but his expression remained rather stoic, and when the giant turned to leave, the most movement on his face was when a frown tugged at the corner of his mouth. Well then... His fur had risen, but that was out of habit.

He wasn't going to argue. This wasn't the time, the place, and though a part of him did grit his teeth, the other part held the reigns, thinking. When had Gehirn gone to sleep? Did he even sleep last night? He was pretty sure that he hadn't, given the sudden and severe outburst.

His attention flicked to Herla when she spoke, finding her tone of voice to be more pleasant after just being berated, nodding to her before she took her leave. It was both a goodbye and a silent thank you that rested in that simple gesture toward the doe, and, with a sway, the homonculus went back to take up a protective place at Genty's side.

[ WOO, B) ]

((No worries! I know you’ve been sick too! ))

Herla had been on edge for weeks really. The events that had occurred of late, making her fret more then usual. Discovering a Fae living in the forest and the worries about what that could mean for her family plagued her, even though Genty had seemed on the surface to not be a threat. The trouble that Neela seemed to be drawn too lately keeping her up at night as well. The mother was full of worries, something that had began to creep into her appearance a little. She was still healthy and had good weight. Perhaps even a little overconditioned for once, food had been plentiful, and she hadn’t had to get through a winter pregnant for once. She had plenty of meat on her bones, and was healthy as she’d ever been in a long while. But her feathers had been a bit disheveled and seemed perhaps permanently ruffled of late. Mostly because she found plenty to get them ruffled about.

They ruffled now, as a now familiar tingle of magic raked across her senses. Her head turning towards its source a slight frown creasing her brow, long before sound or scent of the approaching figure reached her. She’d been stirring a pot of goo, preparing some poultices, work always calmed her nerves She’d perhaps been a bit violent about it though. Stirring much too vigorously. She halted now, head lifted, nostrils flaring. Subconsciously she knew where her family members where, most gathered around the place they called home in the birch. Neela sat by the rocks sorting through her books, the little fawn still plastered in some leaf bandages from her not so successful dino pig ride. Gehirn was likely sitting nearby too. She had cooking pots going to of course. The smells where varied from the home. Savory dishes but also acrid smell of medicines as well.

So she knew the Fae approached before he even spoke, putting down her mixing bowl she stood and took a few steps toward Genty. Though his magic seemed to have the unfortunate ability to grate on her nerves, nothing about him seemed threatening otherwise, and she supposed it was just her reaction to him and not something he did consciously to be rude. She tried to school her face to politeness, “Genty, you look well,” she said, keeping her tone civil. He was someone she hoped to learn something more of Fae from though his usefulness in that was yet to be determined, from their last meeting she wasn’t sure if he was altogether naïve or not, “What can I do for you?” she asked, many came to her home for healing needs and the query was almost automatic now.

When the doe appeared, the stag couldn't help but offer a smile. He was genuinely happy to see her. Bi toned eyes scanned over her approaching body, noticing her healthy form and frazzled feathers. Since he didn't know her well, he figured this is how she always looked. Feathers ruffled from the trials of raising children. Perhaps even the stress of having so many lives depend on her for healing. The scent of medicine hung from her body like a perfume.

Taking a step forward he couldn't help but politely nod as she offered him her greeting. "All thanks to you. I'm almost back to normal." He purred, voice far stronger than it was the first them they'd met. There was a pause as the feathered stag collected his thoughts and allowed her to ask her own questions. Once she finished he cast his gaze down to the tuft of grass the newly formed jewelry was hiding in.

"You've already done plenty. I'm here to return the favor, for debt weighs heavy on my conscience." He paused to drop his head into the tuft of grass to remove the triad of jewelry. Each golden piece glinted in the sunlight, their muliti hued gems shimmering in the way only fae crafted jewels do. If the doe had counted the bracelets around his ankles when he was injured, she'd now notice that three were missing.

"The original pieces that these were crafted from have been handed down for generations. Protecting and serving a multitude of fae and their families. The enchantments are crafted to serve the wearer in whichever way they need most. Along side that, I've woven my own personal magic into the mix, making it so that if you ever need my help all you need to do is whisper my name and project the current situation within your minds eye." As he explained the meaning behind the golden jewelry, the joyous sound of bells accented his every sentence. This was gift that he hoped would be more useful than a simple thank you. Deep down, he did fear her rejection of the objects though, so with hope in his heart he continued to stand proud.

Waiting for her reaction he remembered one other thing he was going to provide the doe. His garden, the one glamoured from view so that common riffraff wouldn't steal the multitude of fruits, berries, herbs, flowers and mushrooms that flourished under his care. "One last gift, is the unglamouring of my garden. Solely for yourself and your families need. I'll take you to it whenever you have time, or perhaps you'll stumble upon it before that." It wasn't as if the garden was easily missed. Palm trees were sort of an oddity within the forest.




(Forgive the shabbiness of the drawing, just wanted to get the post done quickly ^^ Feel free to redesign them.)

He couldn’t really make out what was happening. But it seemed the stag had come bearing gifts of some sort. At Neela’s pleading look he let out a sigh. “Fine, alright, let’s go look what’s going on.” Followed by a small chuckle. Who was he kidding anyway, those girls could make him stand on his head if they wanted.

Slowly the giant lifted himself onto his legs, walking over to where Herla and Genty were talking. “Oh, jewelry?” He asked out loud, apparently not interested at all in the other stag’s recovery. Or he was just naturally a bit oblivious. He couldn’t sense magic, and had seemed to miss most of the conversation. Finally his red eyes lifted towards the fae male. “I see you recovered fine after all. And quickly. Sorry for my intrusion, this little one really wanted to see what the fuss was about.” Gehirn explained as he looked at Neela.

(Wow yeah they're really well made o_o)

The Fae’s relief was palpable it really did seem sincere in his desire to give Herla and her family a gift of thanks. She offered him the smallest of smiles in gratitude, bending to look closer at the bracelet he was showing her, but turned her head too when Gehirn approached with Neela. She might have stiffened a bit with her daughter coming closer, the protectiveness she felt for Neela much higher with the fawn’s recent escapades. She wondered at exposing her to yet another unknown factor. But she stilled herself.

With her father’s go ahead Neela was quick on his heels to come meet the stranger. Peering from around one of his massive forelegs the small fawn with long spindly legs, looked at the jewelry the male was displaying, both what he wore himself and what he offered her mother. Shy and almost wary in a way she usually was not, she stayed behind her father’s leg but it didn’t stop her from staring blatantly in abject fascination at the pink stag adorned with golden bells. She looked uncertainly back and forth between her parents when he called her ‘fae’ she knew she was of course but they rarely seemed to talk of it outside their family. She wasn’t sure what to say, “Hello,” she answered, polite enough, “I’m Neela, who are you?” she asked curiously.

When the bracelet was offered her, her eyes grew wide and covetous. It was beautiful of course and she was very much her mother’s daughter. Shiny things were hard to resist. Again she looked to her parents though. Was it okay to accept the bracelet?

The magic they exuded was fascinating and Neela could almost read the runes inscribed on the inner aspect of them even though they weren’t visible from her angle. “What does it say?” she asked, trying to read it through the metal. Herla tilted her head confused at her daughter’s question.

The stag dropped to his knees with the song of swishing hair and singing bells. Doing so was mainly so that he could be eye to eye with the tiny girl and to put himself in a position of vulnerability. With his legs tucked under his body and his magic subdued, it wasn't as if he would be able to bring harm upon the girl. She was so petite, yet radiated a strength. Offering a kind glance he bobbed his head in greeting, magpie feathers bouncing comically. "A pleasure to meet you Neela. I am Genty."

It was such a relief to be around a child of his own race, gave him some sort of semblance of home. Memories of times past sent his mood climbing skyward, a playful air coming about him. As she asked her questions he couldn't help but unfold his foreleg and scratch a number of basic runes into the soil before him. "It's not so much as what they say as to what they mean. Runes themselves hold more of a feeling. An essence of what they portray." He paused to imbue the first rune he'd scratched into dirt. It glowed faintly before filling with water.

"In short, runes are basically the 'true names' of all things. The one I just wrote is water." He paused anew to imbued the second rune, a complimentary rune to the one he'd just written. The water that had pooled within the scratches suddenly formed into a ball. With a quick swipe of his hoof upon the dirt he added another, which caused the sphere to begin levitating. "These two are the essence of sphere, and absence of gravity. Which causes the water to float in spherical form, they are complimentary to the first rune. Action words in a sense."

In one smooth movement he erased his work, dismissing both the runes and the ball of liquid. "Now, the runes upon the bracelets are complex and extremely difficult to explain. However I'll do my best." He promised while reaching out to flip over the bracelet that would be hers, upon it, runes glowed in multihues. Each hue a personal 'signature' of sorts. It was clear that many fae before him had added wards onto the piece of metal, his being the most recent glowed brightest upon contact. A pure yellow white light. "There are layer upon layers of runes spelling 'protect the one who's body, mind, and soul wear this object.' and then there are anti thief wards, health wards, personal wards, reshaping wards. So many that it would take ages to list them all. All of which are positive, ancient even." He stopped himself before the girl became confused and he rattled off more boring information about runes and their meaning. Magics and how to control those and everything else that that the fae knew.

Dipping his head with a sheepish smile he apologized. "Forgive me Neela. I got carried away. It's been so long since I've had the chance to teach a young one, so my tongue jumped topics far too swiftly."

When Gehirn began to speak he couldn't help but chuckle along. In a way the fancy jewelry did seem a bit engagmenty. "I did, else the debt upon my shoulders may not ever fade and a life with debt, turns into a life of guilt. You've done so much for me and I am grateful. The bracelets are just a small token of my gratitude and my trust in your family." He said, ears twitching lazily.

When Gehirn brought up the point about his other daughters he nearly sighed. How could he have forgotten? How rude of him to forget Neelas other siblings who he'd assumed where just friends by their dulled magics. With a moment of thought the pale stag began threading the golden bells from his head. Each one tinkled upon contact, a musical good-bye. When all but one had been removed, the pile was quite impressive. "Here, you can divide these among your other children. Bells seem to be the choice of toys these days. They double as adornments to wear throughout their lives." He explained with a steady voice, he hadn't meant to forget them and ended up caught in that age old 'Uncle brings home presents for one kid after being away for five years when there are two new ones.' type of situation.

"They don't have runes of protection of anything of the like. However, they are pretty." He said as he tapped the pile with a tip of his hoof sending the golden bits rattling away. They were his own personal bells, something that he typically only gave a few away at a time to children. However, he did what he needed to make it equal for all the girls involved.

(Got carried away~)

Of course as usual he understood little of the elaborate explanation. Like Herla, he made sure to observe, making really sure nothing funny would happen. It didn’t, and Neela seemed very interested. Upon Genty’s explanation of guilt and having to do it, he gives him a nod. “Alright. I suppose if it makes you feel better then.”

“Ah I didn’t mean you had to provide them with anything.” Now he felt guilty. Genty couldn’t have known there were more. Herla’s main worry had been with Neela after all. Upon being presented the bells though, he looked worried for a moment. Didn’t those drop into creepy seeds previously? They seemed fine now. His eyes went to Neela when she commented they’d look pretty. “Pft. Says the one with the bracelet. Alright, well if your mother thinks it’s fine?” He decided he couldn’t really know himself. Had no way to feel magic, no way to understand those runes. Herla was far more versed.

(Sorry for these short inbetweeners :") )

Herla felt a twinge of guilt too that Genty had felt the need to provide gifts for the rest of their children. They had 5 of them after all, 7 if you included Ciel and Verve, which Herla did. But the three girls where still very much children. They would probably notice such things the most. She hoped they didn’t get it into their heads to go wishing for earrings from magical wish granters just because Neela did though.

Herla was still wary of Genty’s magic but he seemed very sincere about everything he said. Neela was looking at her expectantly now after Gehirn had said it was her decision whether she could keep the bracelet, also more expectant looks after Genty offered to help Neela with her magic. She mulled it all over a few long moments, “Thank you Genty,” she said graciously, “We never expected gifts for all our children but you’re very kind,” Neela practically squirmed waiting to hear if she’d be allowed the bracelet, “You can keep the bracelet Neela and perhaps you can help Verve braiding the bells into your sisters’ hair if they want the bells too,” Neela beamed and nodded enthusiastically, taking the bracelet and quickly returning to her spot behind her father’s leg, suddenly shy again. “Thank you,” the child said, both to her parents and Genty.

To the question about teaching Neela magic Herla paused again, she really didn’t even know where to begin trying to guide Neela. It was already quite obvious to her that Neela was far more magically powerful then her. This last couple weeks had made Herla all too aware how inadequate she had been in guiding her own daughter. Still Genty was a pretty unknown quantity and even if he didn’t mean Neela harm, who was to say he wouldn’t cause it inadvertently if he erroneously thought he could handle Neela and couldn’t. The stag still had a bit of a naive air about him that made Herla all the more cautious. Woden sometimes had a way of coming off a harmless old man, but she’d seen that turn to deadly cunning as well. Fae where tricky. It was the definition of the race really.

“Genty, your offer sounds sincere but I think I must say, I’d prefer you perhaps start with teaching me. And I will decide what may be appropriate to teach my daughter, I hope you can understand my trepidation,” maybe if she grew more comfortable things could change but they still didn’t really know this male at all, and Herla certainly wasn’t willing to leave her children alone with him just yet.

Genty's long delicate legs unfolded as he rose to stand. Being able to look Neela in the eye was practical at the time. However, now that the conversation was steered towards the adults of the group he felt the need to be able to look -them- in the eye and he couldn't quite do that while curled languidly upon the ground. It was a long while before Herla made her decision, and during that time Genty stood as silent and still as a statue. When she did finally decide to speak, the fae's ears flickered in absorption. Listening and processing her terms.

With a reciprocal nod, the fae spoke. "You're very welcome, it was the least I could do. A life is far greater than the jewels that adorn it." He meandered for a moment as the doe spoke to her daughter, his own features delighted that in the end the little one would get to have her new sparkly bits. Tracking her movement to behind her fathers pillar of a leg, he beamed."You're quite welcome. Enjoy it."

The blue fae's consequential statement to the one he'd offered just moments ago took him off guard and for a few seconds he played silently with the idea. It would be useful, for the mother to know the ins and outs of one of the many magics fae used on a daily basis. Runes were both practical and useful, though, they took many many years to learn and perfect. Just like the fae themselves, the language was tricky and had many black holes that when ventured into could potentially harm the caster. With a sigh, the stag pursed his lips, still in deep thought, and nodded. "Alright. I fully understand where your concern is coming from. Runes are complex and potentially dangerous so it's in the right mind that you're uneasy." He paused for a moment to decide on whether or not to put forth the effort to school the mother. Teaching adults seemed to be far more difficult that teaching the young ones. With an inward sigh the fae caved. "I'll teach you. It's not going to be an easy journey nor a smooth one. May I ask if you've ever casted runes before?" The last bit was the most important question of his entire statement, and it could be heard the the solidity of his voice.

While his agreement with the blue doe sank in, he turned his face to look upon the grey giant. "They do, every rune means and controls an aspect of the bracelet's enchantment. The ones upon it not only offer protection certain physical ways, but in ways far more complex." He paused as the giant continued, a crease of concern appearing upon his brow. In the end Genty knew the gifts could go either way, however, it didn't stop him from fretting. "That's fine Gehirn there is nothing to be sorry for, it's yours to use, stash, or keep. Though, I wouldn't suggest trying to ever sell it. Fae crafted jewelry has ways of returning to it's owner." A light chuckle left his lips as he remembered times past. Many a thief had lost a hand trying to steal his golden bells, bracelets and or other such things. They'd been warned, but once stolen the magic was volatile until it returned itself to the wearer. Rather, keeper in this case.

As Herla spoke, he nodded along while listening intently. Restriction runes seemed to be where a vast majority of her talent lay. Which was understandable, but it would make learning the runes of creation far more difficult. Shifting his legs so that his weight was lifted from the injured one, he canted his head towards the family's home. "The fact that you can at least read them, will make casting them a tad bit easier. Do you have your books? We can start with learning to cast what is etched within them." He said, voice far more serious than what the doe may have heard from him. Runes and the teaching of them were a subject Genty wasn't ditzy about. They were a serious matter and held catastrophic consequences if cast incorrectly.

Casting a final glance at the bracelets he breathed a heavy sigh. They would be taken care of, perhaps even used. However, the fact that for now they'd be tucked away in some dark hollow, bothered him on a subliminal level. Runes etched in light, should stay in light. Who knew what may happen if the runes themselves became dejected, or upset at their predicament. Clamping his eyes shut, he forced the thought away and rather hurriedly allowed a slight smile to grace the corners of his lips. It wasn't good for his health to dwell on unforeseen future possibilities.

As Neela chirped up, his worries for her piece of golden rune imbued jewelry evaporated. At least hers would have a home upon her body, so long as her parents allowed it. It was her that he'd been most worried about anyways, for his heart would always hold concern for all that held fae blood within their veins. His gaze softened as he cast his gaze upon the girl. She held so much potential and was such a divine example of his race.

Turning he motioned towards a nearby tree, "I'll be there, once you get things settled if you'd join me we can start the lessons." With that, he limped ever so slowly towards one of the neighboring birches, it's pealing bark perfect for the lesson he had in mind.

Gehirn nodded at the notion of not selling it, wasn't really sure how that worked anyway. Didn't they mean trade? The explanation of what could happen though did little to make him feel better about the whole magic mumbo-jumbo. Why couldn't things just be things? After all that had happend, there was little about magic that made him comfortable. He rather preferred his own origins, of hard labour and physical scuffles.

He looked at Neela who promptly pronounced she'd wear hers, and then at Herla when she concluded they'd decide. At least Neela was a magic being, so it made more sense for him that she'd be able to figure out her comfort zone herself. He mostly had the urge to talk to a few friends about it, see what their opinion was. He was obviously just not able to say much about it.

Gehirn frowned slightly when Genty seemed to want to go over said lessons immediatly, but was fairly relieved when Herla decided against that. "May I suggest you simply become a regular first..? Herla has helped you with your leg, you've given us these beautiful gifts, but other than that you're pretty unknown to us. And not only because you're fae, you're simply still mostly a stranger, Genty." He tried to explain. Perhaps he was offensive, and then that would be that. "These things take time, alright?" Gehirn concluded, nodding as Herla thanked him for the gifts and hoped his leg would get better fast.