Lord's Rest Inn

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 *Thanks. Raph is still pretty neat.*

They hear someone playing a fast fiddle song. Fire on the Mountain, if they know the song. The smell of barbecue floats through the air, alongside floating, burning ash bits.

 *Why thank you*

Raphael puts their knitting away, sniffing the BBQ and the ash, looking around for the source

*Listening to it now*

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*Anyway: Princess.*

 

Erebus sleeps in the darkness of minds, the little shadows that call out to you. The comforting world as you close your eyes. He knows what you fear but also knows what you love. He has watched kingdoms fall, rise, and fall once more. His eyes have watched as his sister and brothers formed the sky, the seas, the world. It was beautiful and he wanted to create something of his own. 

From threads of gold and a heart made of bronze, he forged a daughter. He named her Fos, his light. She was nothing compared to other gods and such but to him, she was a princess. 

Her skin was the same inky blackness of her father's. Her arms long and skeletal with sinews holding them together like string. She had a long tail, twice the length of her body that was fitted with glowing golden scales. Her eyes were large and pitch black to see in the dark realm of her father's. While she had a face, it wasn't actually used for anything other than talking. Her real mouth was along the expanse of her stomach, giant gaping thing that sensed the wavering movement of creatures in the dark and gulped them down with needle-like teeth. 

Fos was odd to say the least, but what do you expect from the daughter of Darkness.

 

Something bubbles to the surface of the lake near the tavern, like a puddle of ink spreading out across the watery surface. A small head pops out from the inky waters, looking around with large black eyes ins curious manner. Long silver hair floats around like a halo.

Caramel, who had been looking for fish to nonlethally torment, sees this. She meows loudly to the person.

 They blink and grin, waving a webbed hand.

She motions with one paw for the person to get closer.

 She swims over a bit. A small, timid telepathic voice enters Caramels head. <Hello!>

<Hello. How did you come to be here?>

 She points to the inky spot in the lake. <There.>

<And where does it go?>

 <Papa's home!> She giggles but it sounds more like a gurgle.

<That’s nice. I don’t remember my father much, but male cats leave after mating, and it’s been 300 years.>

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 She nods again.

 "The darkness?"

 She nods again, tilting her head from side to side.

They think on this. "How big of a concept? Of simply lack of light, or the gaps between stars and that which lurks on the edge?"

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Raphael is knitting

Greg is drinking some coffee

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Eito feigns nonchalance, walking by Raphael and humming.

“Coffee, huh?” A voice says from behind.

 *Desciption?*
Raphael waves to them. "Who might you be?" They ask, before picking up their knitting while talking

Greg is spooked, and turns around. "Yep, been a long day."

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 <Papa's home!> She giggles but it sounds more like a gurgle.

<That’s nice. I don’t remember my father much, but male cats leave after mating, and it’s been 300 years.>

 *Snip*

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*Anyway: Princess.*

 

Erebus sleeps in the darkness of minds, the little shadows that call out to you. The comforting world as you close your eyes. He knows what you fear but also knows what you love. He has watched kingdoms fall, rise, and fall once more. His eyes have watched as his sister and brothers formed the sky, the seas, the world. It was beautiful and he wanted to create something of his own. 

From threads of gold and a heart made of bronze, he forged a daughter. He named her Fos, his light. She was nothing compared to other gods and such but to him, she was a princess. 

Her skin was the same inky blackness of her father's. Her arms long and skeletal with sinews holding them together like string. She had a long tail, twice the length of her body that was fitted with glowing golden scales. Her eyes were large and pitch black to see in the dark realm of her father's. While she had a face, it wasn't actually used for anything other than talking. Her real mouth was along the expanse of her stomach, giant gaping thing that sensed the wavering movement of creatures in the dark and gulped them down with needle-like teeth. 

Fos was odd to say the least, but what do you expect from the daughter of Darkness.

 

Something bubbles to the surface of the lake near the tavern, like a puddle of ink spreading out across the watery surface. A small head pops out from the inky waters, looking around with large black eyes ins curious manner. Long silver hair floats around like a halo.

Caramel, who had been looking for fish to nonlethally torment, sees this. She meows loudly to the person.

 They blink and grin, waving a webbed hand.

She motions with one paw for the person to get closer.

 She swims over a bit. A small, timid telepathic voice enters Caramels head. <Hello!>

<Hello. How did you come to be here?>

 She points to the inky spot in the lake. <There.>

<And where does it go?>

 <Papa's home!> She giggles but it sounds more like a gurgle.

<That’s nice. I don’t remember my father much, but male cats leave after mating, and it’s been 300 years.>

 She snickers a bit and pets their head.