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Mycah Youngfire

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a character in “Outcasters: Atonement”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

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A small force of Faeries aiming to rescue their Queen and reclaim the world's throne.

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N A M E
Mycah Youngfire

P H Y S I C A L - A G E
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A C T U A L - A G E
Unknown

G E N D E R
Male

S P E C I E S
Dragon

S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L

S O N G S
The Sense of Me||Mud Flow



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H E I G H T
6' 2 "

W E I G H T
200 l b s

S K I N
Olive

E Y E S
Grey

H A I R
Black

M A R K I N G S
T A T T O O S
Dragon sigil
Tribal Markings

S C A R S
Many
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N O R M A L - A T T I R E
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Kukri
Katana
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Mycah has changed a great deal since the last anyone saw him. He'd joined the war with the Demons along side his master, Thomas Vincent, who'd taken him in when he was young, and saved him from the fighting pit in the Dragon realm. It was after they lost as his master was killed that Mycah retreated into himself. He went off, once the war was lost, and focused on his training, hiding his emotions. He is quite, stand-offish, but still has a soft spot for women and children. There are moments where the old Mycah appears, in a joke or a laugh, but he's never stays long.
L I K E S
Training
Mediating
Tending to the weak
Martial arts


D I S L I K E S
Victoria
Failing
Demons
Alec



F E A R S
Losing Control
Failing
Losing Eida
Not Avenging Tommy



S E C R E T S
He was looking for Eida when Tommy was killed.
Feels he should have been at his side
Attempted Suicide
Still considers it.



W E A K N E S S E S
Self Doubt
Revenge




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HISTORY/BIO
WIP
P O W E R S
Asian Dragon Physiology







F A C E - C L A I M || Boo Boo Stewart C R E A T O R || TheCrimsonLadyH E X C O D E || # 8 0 0 0 0 0

So begins...

Mycah Youngfire's Story

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It had been a little over a week since Eida stumbled upon the Rebellion, more specifically Sunday. Naturally she'd been welcomed with open arms, as Erieda's granddaughter and Simon's niece, but even with the warm reception she was not particularly comfortable mingling with the rebels. She accepted the offer only for the sake of her daughter, who'd not had a warm place to sleep in months.

This morning Eida had been invited to join a small group of the Rebellion's women and children, who would often venture to nearby streams or lakes to wash their garments and bathe. She wasn't a particularly sociable person but it was a far better alternative to wandering out of the camp alone, especially with her child.

As they chattered among themselves, Eida stayed a ways back from the group, smiling at the babe who gurgled and grasped at the collar of her jacket.

Eida allowed Hotaru to sit with a small group of Fey while she went to bathe quickly, figuring she should get herself out of the way first so she could focus entirely on her daughter.

Even beyond the noise of the children and idle chatter, a rustle in the bushes nearby was enough to catch Eida's attention and her eyes scanned for the source, finally settling on a tall figure in the distance. It only took her a second to recognise that face, the long hair and familiar armour of the Dragon Realm. His attention wasn't focused on her, strangely, but instead on the young Dragon she'd bore with him.

Eida strode forward until she was out of the water, completely unabashed despite her current state, and didn't halt again until she was standing between the two of them; fists clenched and narrowed eyes trained on the man. Everyone around them had fallen silent.

"Take one more step towards this girl, see what happens to you," she challenged him coldly, ignoring the younger woman who walked forward to drape a small sheet around her shoulders. Her sword, seemingly of its own volition, lifted from the ground to meet her hand and she stood more than ready to use it.

Eida didn't trust Mycah anymore, not after learning of the sigil he wore... The sigil he asked her grandfather to etch into his skin; the one that allowed him to flee when she needed him most. It kept her away, kept his daughter away by association, and he'd thus far made no attempts to see either of them -- whether he knew she was his or not. More than that, however, she was territorial by nature and the thought of sharing her daughter with this man was enough to make her blood boil.

"You made your decision, Mycah, the second you accepted that sigil and what it entails," Eida continued. "So even if I have to separate your head from your shoulders, you will stay away from my child until I say otherwise." She further lifted her sword and pointed it threateningly in his direction, so there was no mistaking how far she would go to defend her daughter and her territory. "Leave now."

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Mycah hadnt know what he expected to find when he felt the call of the other dragon but when he landed and broke through the fog of bathing fae, he had not expected to fnd Eida, her skin bare to him, in a way that made the sigil on his chest burn hot. He had to tear is eyes from her to find the young dragon only to be struck by the striking resemblance. Not to Eida but to him. He swallowed, unable to move, barely able to think. He knew immediately, the small girl was his and while he heard all of Eida's threats and anger, and felt the cool tip of her blade at his throat, what stuck was "Her child,"

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came to him. He rose his hand to his chest. Shame and guilt overwhelming him. He hadn't known, even with the scars from her...attack since in his heart. He wouldn't have knowingly abandoned her and their-her child- know matter how he felt about her. She'd been broken, he'd failed her in the Demon Realm that day and he'd failed her again. This time, she seemed to be better than she had been. Back to herself Mycah took a single step back and bowed. "I am glad you back to your true self, Day Girl." He said and turned from her. "I am sorry I was not present to see you blossom or her." He said and walked back the way he came but was stopped short but a sudden pull. Then Young Drsgon, his apparent daughter. Young Dragons are naturally drawn to Older Dragons, they need them in order to change for the first time. They need genetic permission. Something he had not had until he had grown much in his human form and his first change was painful and had no one but the slave masters to watch and no comfort came from them. "She...won't let me leave, She wants to change but needs the guidance of an Elder Dragon, if you will allow it, I need only touch her hand and say the words and I will be off." He said, not facing any of them.

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Eida watched with a cautious glare as Mycah shifted, the grip she held on her sword tightening with the expectation that he would attempt to move closer, but to her surprise he did the opposite. Even so, she would not let her guard down for a single second. Her eyes were trained on him, and only him.

"I am glad you're back to your true self, Day Girl," Mycah spoke up then, eliciting a sharp click of the tongue from Eida. For the first time since he'd given her that nickname, she hated it. "I am sorry I was not present to see you blossom, or her." That seemed to be the end of the situation for the moment; she didn't bother to call his name when he turned to walk away, as she might have two years ago, nor express anything other than relief that he was finally leaving.

Eida allowed herself a quick glance in Hotaru's direction, foolish as it might've been to succumb to any kind of distraction at that time, and when she looked back in Mycah's direction she was agitated to see that he'd halted in place. She took a breath, her sword still raised.

"She... won't let me leave. She wants to change but needs the guidance of an Elder Dragon, if you will allow it, I need only touch her hand and say the words and I will be off."

Everything about these words confused Eida to her very core, a large part of her believing he only wanted to get close to her daughter. She was ignorant to the ways of Dragons; Mycah hadn't been given much time to teach her much beyond the basics. As such, she was doubtful of his intentions.

"Well she's just going to have to wait," she snapped back after a moment or two. "You've been here for all of a minute and you think I'm going to let you anywhere near her? If so, you're delusional."

Eida lowered her sword some and huffed impatiently, but everything about her demeanour suggested that she'd opted to concede just a little. "Why don't you start with explaining exactly what you mean by change, huh?" she asked, mostly out of curiosity but also a little concern.

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Mycah was always an even tempered man despite what it may have seemed in regards to Eida's attack. However in this moment, he'd never been more frustrated. She thought this a ploy to get close to her daughter?! He was not a liar, Lord Thomas had been fae, so he vowed never to tell an untruth, and she knew this. However Eida was never as clear headed as he was. As evident by her misunderstanding of everything that had gone on. He took a breath to calm himself. Wondering how to convincd her that this was not some trickery to meet his daughter though it would be an added pleasure then she lowered her weapon and huffed. He lowered his head. "Bless her fae curiosity" He thought before taking a breatg and turning to face her, makong no move forward. " When a young dragon is born, they are born human and after their first year of life they begin to develop their scales, " He paused, recalling his own past. "You might have noticed them on her skin already, since she is able to Call," He said and his eyes shot the the small girl who looked on expectantly. " A Call is a way for Dragons to communicate, and for young Dragons it is a way for them to connect to whatever Elder is closest, so they may be allowed to change, " He said with a swallow. He hated this story but it had to be told, "The story goes that, a young dragon called Jingham, had been abandoned and left to die. He survived however and grew and changed alone, the change was so painful that it affected his mind and he became resentful and hateful to all that had left him alone. He went on attack the Elder Gods, believing that it was they who abandoned him, however he had not been the child of an Elder God and thus was not strong enough to defeat them. Kwan Yin,The High Elder, took pity on the young dragon understanding his hurt. She and The Elder Gods made it so that we would always need to permission of an Elder to change. That way no dragon would grow without the guidance of another." He finished his tale with anheavy heart. remembering how old he had been when he was finally able to change and wondering if he too had been like the Jingham, abandoned by his own family, " It is against our nature to leave a Calling dragon, we are incapable of such a thing even if we wanted, as is our duty to protect and cafe for our own. "he told Eida, looking her in the eyes. "This is no trick, Eida,that is not my way, I am unable to leave her without giving her permission to take full dragon form." He said softly. " Yoy have my word, I will leave the moment it is done. "

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Character Portrait: Eida Iris Character Portrait: Simon Davenport Character Portrait: Mycah Youngfire Character Portrait: Roan Ambers

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Ambers wasn't gone for too long this time, but Simon usually spent these moments alone attempting reflect on the way he interacted with the younger man. He wasn't a particularly cruel person by anyone's standards, and most knew that his sometimes cold behaviour could be attributed to the countless losses and pains he'd experienced in his life, but when it came to Ambers he found he was either incredibly loving or instead short-tempered and withdrawn. He enjoyed their closeness, but at the same time he feared it.

Growing too attached to the boy would be his death sentence, as it had been for Sashi and Tanya.

The tent's entrance was pulled back some and he turned to see Ambers clutching a bottle of wine. Simon might've forced a smile, were it not for the overwhelming guilt he felt in that moment.

He watched wordlessly as the soldier poured wine into glasses, then held one of them out for him to take. He looked at it for a few moments, though it felt like an eternity, while the countless voices in his head bickered over whether he should take it. Slowly he lifted a hand but instead of reaching for the glass, his hand went to Ambers' wrist, guiding him to set the glass down on the table once more.

Stupid as it was to do so, Simon stepped forward until he was chest-to-chest with Ambers, placing a single kiss upon his shoulder and another in the crook of his neck. He seemed to settle into the taller man, hoping for an embrace that would once again distract him, but this time it was different. There was nothing sexual about the interaction.

"I'm sorry," he spoke through a sigh. He wanted to say more, to explain what the hell was going on in his head, but nothing seemed to come out. He could only apologise for his failures and weaknesses, as he had a hundred times before.





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Be it for the compelling story that Mycah told or the sound of his voice after such a long time apart, Eida's anger and resentment were slowly draining into nothing. Although she did not realise it at the time, she had lowered her weapon entirely, using her free hand to pull the sheet so that it covered as much of her body as it was able. Her gaze had softened considerably, but she still held the faintest trace of a frown, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip as he talked.

At the very least she understood the importance of this interaction, and knew she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to, but that didn't stop her from taking as much control of it as she possibly could. His words were slowly working to ease some of her concerns, but it would take a lot more than that to chip away at the wall she'd built around herself and her daughter.

"This is no trick, Eida, that is not my way. I am unable to leave her without giving her permission to take full dragon form," he finished, so softly she could've sworn her heart fluttered a little, but she shut that thought down as soon as it appeared. "You have my word, I will leave the moment it is done."

She remained silent for a long time, carefully regarding the father of her child, then exhaled slowly. "Turn around," she ordered, knowing he would comply, and waited for him to do so before she bent to retrieve her clothes. Only when she was adequately dressed did she allow him to turn back around, by which point she was already knelt beside Hotaru, lifting her up with the gentle hand of a mother.

"You may approach her," she told him with a nod, her voice holding none of the strength it had just moments before. It was clear to see that, despite his reassurances, Eida was still quite unsure of herself and the situation. She cradled Hotaru lovingly, allowing just enough room for Mycah to get close but not enough that he'd think to try to pick her up himself, and she didn't take her eyes off him for a second.

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Mycah did as instructed and turned away. Hoping that this was just her wishing for privacy so to get properly dress and not to literally stab him in the back. After a moment, he was given permission to approach the little girl. He found himself hesitant. She looked like him.she did. Sharp almond shaped eyes, warm olive skin, eyes so dark they appeared almost black. He kneeled before the girl, and smiled softly. "Hello, Little One," He said, just over a whisper. She seemed to take to him well, and blessed him with a toothless smile that broke his heart. She instinctively rose her hand to him and touched his cheek. How badly he wanted to pick her up and hold her close. He had a child! Flesh of his flesh. He couldnt barely the thought of leaving her, abandoning her willingly.He himself had been abandoned, he would never inflict that pain on a child of his own, on any child for that matter. It was almost too cruel. He lowered his head and sighed. "As your Elder," he began and rose a hand palm facing her. " I release your fire" He said and her tiny palm, dwarfed by his, met and slowly scales began to shimmer on her skin. She looked afriad. "Don't fear, Little one, this is why you called me, it'll only last a moment," He said and she eased and before he knew it, she launched herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. Mycah could only hold his arms out, afraid to anger her mother if he made a move to hold her. This young the pain was no greater then the scrap of a knee. Her bones were still soft, the shift would be much easier for her then it had been for a 15 year old. It took everything he had not to comfort her.

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A soft kiss to Simon's temple made the heat rise in his cheeks. He looked up at Ambers' with what was quite an affectionate gaze, greatly appreciating the gesture.

On the other hand, the words that followed only worked to sour his mood.

Simon's eyes found the bottle in a second, a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach, like he wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet. This feeling barely had time to register on his face, however, as he released a soft laugh and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "No need, Ambers," he told the younger man, keeping his voice as casual as he could manage under the circumstances. "I'll take that back later, don't worry."

The prince's hands slipped down Ambers' arms until he reached his hands, then began to pull him forward towards the tent's exit. "Let's just go, 'ey? That stream sounds nice... peaceful," he added, pulling back the door flap for both of them to make their way through it.

Without needing to be shown the way, Simon - still keeping at least one of Ambers' hands in his own - made his way through the camp and towards the edge of the forest, where a small path had recently been formed. It became a habit over the past year for Simon to spend many a night mapping out the areas that surrounded the Rebellion's camp, no matter where they found themselves in this ruined world. Within the first two nights, Simon had managed to familiarise himself with every nook and cranny. Streams, lakes, clearings, caves, and whatever else he could find. Not much had slipped by his notice.

The moment they left camp, Simon had visibly relaxed, and he released his hold on the young soldier's hand. A slow exhale filled the silence, before his brown eyes settled on Ambers.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, as if he was surprised that he hadn't thought to do so earlier.





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Eida was still unable to peel her eyes away from Mycah as he stepped forward, as he knelt to interact with his daughter for the first time in her short life. Her emotions seemed to swap rapidly between jealousy, admiration, and outright sadness. Hotaru adored her father almost instantly, despite typically not taking well to strangers. This sparked many fears, but also a great deal of relief.

She'd give her right arm for someone to step forward and decipher what was going on in her mind right then. Not that it mattered anymore, of course. Mycah was in her daughter's life now, whether she liked it or not.

In the midst of her thoughts, Eida was caught off guard when suddenly the young child was no longer in her arms, but instead had her own wrapped around Mycah's neck. Her eyes wide, part of her was tempted to snatch her daughter back, but something halted her. He daren't move in that moment; she could see the hesitation in his face, and in the way he merely held his arms out.

She stayed motionless for a good while, then set her jaw. Shit...

"Hold your daughter, Mycah," she told him, her voice so quiet it could be classed as a whisper, but there was no way he wouldn't have heard it. It took a lot for her to use those words, and they were not careless. Acknowledging Mycah as the child's father was a sign of budding trust, or at least some leniency with regards to her boundaries. "Her name..." she started, pausing momentarily. "Her name is Hotaru."

Eida pulled her gaze from the two, unable to watch as Hotaru cradled her father so lovingly, and took a moment to scan their surroundings. The women and children that had accompanied her on this journey were long gone; only the three of them remained. She didn't quite know if she was grateful for their absence.

With a flick of Eida's wrist, a wooden stool emerged seemingly from nothing and she lowered herself to meet it. She spared a glance to the sword that still lay by her feet, a sigh escaping her lips.

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Mycah's heart stopped when she said the words he desperately wanted to hear. He wrapped his arms around his little girl. Eida's choice of words were not lost on him at all. The little girl, Hotaru, his little Firefly whimpered in his arms as her skin shimmered a metallic pink, green and blue. "Let it come, Firefly" He told her gently and she looked up at him before her eyes fluttered closed and her body faded into smoke. Mycah stood proudly. "Stand back, Day Girl," he told Eida without meaning to as he took a step back himself. The smoke swirled and swirled before a dragon the size of a horse materialized from within. The wings were a brilliant green and the scales shimmered pink and blue. The wings were unlike anything he'd ever seen. translucent like a dragonfly but in the shape not unlike his own. She was truly his and Eida's child. Pride swelled in his chest. "Well donee, Firefly, well done!" He nearly screamed. Her dragon form turned to him and seemed to assess him. He looked to Eida, "May I show her my dragon?" he asked tentatively. "My word still holds, I will leave if you so wish?" He said hoping to the Elders that she didnt wish.

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Eida wasn't watching the interaction between Hotaru and her father, but she was paying enough attention to the sounds to understand what was going on.

"Stand back, Day Girl," Mycah had called to her, somewhat absentmindedly it seemed, and despite the careless use of her given nickname, she did as she was instructed. The stool disappeared from whence it came and she took several steps backward, watching the smoke with narrowed eyes. She'd been around Mycah long enough to recognise when the shifting process had started. He'd shown her his full form once too; she could still remember the feeling of his scales on her fingertips, and the way he looked at her with true surprise when she called him handsome.

Although if Mycah had been handsome, then Hotaru's form was the truest beauty she'd ever laid eyes upon. It damn near knocked the breath from her lungs. A smile lifted the corners of her lips, her hand now placed over her own chest, as an overwhelming sense of pride filled her entirely. She didn't think it was possible to love her daughter more than she already did, nor for the child to remind her any more of her father.

"May I show her my dragon?" Mycah asked, and Eida practically had to drag her eyes away from Hotaru to focus on him. "My word still holds, I will leave if you so wish?" At this, her expression straightened, but it was still soft enough compared to a few minutes before. It took her a moment or two to figure out her own thoughts, but before long she shook her head.

"You have five minutes," she told him, calm as ever. "Only five, then I'm taking her back to camp." For a brief moment she considered explaining why she was in such a hurry, but decided to keep the chit-chat to a minimum. She could sense Simon's presence moving further and further from the Rebel Camp. Sunday was long gone, too. The two leaders could be as careless as they wanted but she didn't trust Kellin alone to keep the rebels safe. Her eyes shifted to Hotaru then back to Mycah, settling on him, and she donned the firm tone of a mother before speaking once more. "You're welcome to return with us, of course, but you'll both do so in human form. If I hear a single complaint from either of you, I swear by the gods, you're both gettin' it."

Once that was out in the open, Eida folded her arms and drew forth a steady breath in preparation for the next five minutes. Seeing Mycah's dragon after so long would no doubt trigger a rush of emotions, the likes of which she'd felt the first time he shifted for her, and she'd be damned if she let a single one show.

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Mycah let out a breath when she give him five minutes, that he hadn't known he was holding. He grinned widely and bowed gratefully. When she finished her orders, his grin widened even further. He was granted permission to be with his daughter for much more time then he'd prepared for. He was almost giddy with excitement. He nodded, agreeing to het terms and then backed away from them both. Hotaru though her dragon was beautiful, was young, as such, her dragon form was small, like that of a horse. Mycah, however was older, much and his dragon needed much more space. His skin shimmered like Hotaru had, only his scales were black and red, like brimstone, or hot coals. Smoke began to swirl as he began to feel the slight pinprickling sensation of his skin shifting. Hotaru's large gold eyes watched with interest as the smoke surrounded them, growing larger and larger by the moment, it was as if a thick fog began to roll in and settled at the clearing. Soon, within the smoke, bones shifted, cracked, grew and reformed, skin thickened, hair grew, then flattened and hardened in to hexagonal pads, laying flat in a brick lay pattern, eyes enlarged, the colors shifting from a deep warm brown disks amid to a golden yellow amidst pitch black slits. The Dragon emerged from the smoke as it faded and bowed to the little one. The little dragon nuzzled it's smaller maw against the larger and he obliged. Mycah turned his large head to Eida and lowered it to look at her. "Thank you, Day Girl, for this." He said, his voice low and rumbling, with echos of his own but with a low and hollow growl behind it. He'd learn to speak in his dragon form, something he hadn't been able to do when he was with her before. "I owe yoy much."

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"Thank you, Day Girl, for this," spoke the dragon before her, golden-amber eyes meeting her own. It was no habit of hers to underestimate him, so Eida wasn't too surprised that he now possessed the ability to communicate verbally and coherently in this form. She raised a brow at his words, however, for she didn't quite understand what he meant. "I owe you much," he added and she shook her her in response, the following words seemingly escaping her lips because she could catch them. "You owe me nothing."

Eida had neither the time nor the patience to be nitpicking over what either of them owed to the other, if anything at all. Promises were made and broken, as was their relationship, but none of it mattered now. Her only priority in life, from the second she gave birth, was her daughter's safety and happiness. If Mycah wanted to contribute and be part of Hotaru's life, so be it. He would always have that chance, whenever he felt ready enough for it.

"If you make the decision to stick around, you'd better follow through," she told him, eyes trained in his direction. "I know you're a bit of a flight risk, but she deserves better than that." There was a very slight hint of snark in her tone, but even she didn't know if she was joking or not. Only time would tell.

Picking her sword up off the ground, Eida sheathed it silently, then bent to pick up her jacket and shrugged it on. By her estimation, Mycah still had a couple of minutes left to do with as he pleased, so she instead went to stand by the edge of the clearing with a watchful eye on the surrounding woodland.

As the final minute passed, she turned back to the pair and caught Hotaru's attention by calling her name, approaching slowly. She only bent to retrieve her daughter when the shift back to human form was complete, and the cooing child nuzzled into her, apparently quite tired after all of that. She smiled a little without realising, then remembered that Mycah was still nearby.

"I see she's taken to you very well," she remarked quietly, then gestured towards the path they were to take back to camp and slowly began walking that way. It had gotten a fair bit darker since their interaction began, and under such circumstances Eida might typically begin to feel a little tense or on edge, but for some odd reason she felt safe. She often used to feel that way around Mycah, at least before the incident. "I... wonder if you might help me settle her down for the night? She'll probably be quite antsy after all this excitement."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Eida Iris Character Portrait: Mycah Youngfire

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Mycah was taken aback by her response. It was a knee-jerk reaction, He was sure of it, but still, it was nice regardless. He quickly shifted form as Hotaru did. She did it with such ease. He was proud. He rolled his shoulders as Eida spoke, freezing him in place. He fought the urge to glare. He was the flight risk? Says the woman that essentially raped him that was hardly fair. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when she called Hotaru over trotted over happily and Eida smiled. He kept his comments to himself, that conversation was not best for Hotaru. It may not end well and she shouldn't be present. Eida spoke again and Mycah's ire abated quickly at her question . She might have been being catty but that was fae nature. He shouldn't have taken it so personally. "I would be honored." He said softly, with a nod, gesturing for her to lead the way to camp. He'd always known where the camp was and had been working with Sunday and Simon for a while with refugees. He avoided Eida like the plague, He wondered why Sunday had always insisted he speak to her and now he knew why. Sunday was probably sworn to secrecy and being fae she could not go back on her word but tried to tell him anyway. Clever girl, he thought. Had he not been so stubborn, he would have come ages ago.

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Character Portrait: Eida Iris Character Portrait: Sunday Davenport Character Portrait: Mycah Youngfire Character Portrait: Alice Iris Character Portrait: Isaac Davenport

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Sunday set to keeping herself busy with the affairs of the camp, with Alice in toe. Leaving the little girl alone for too long was dangerous, just not for Alice. Her powers frightened even Sunday herself, such they were peculiar. Her heritage was not a normal one. Demon, Fae and whatever the hell Alec was at the time. He had been merely Fae of some fashion and if memory served White Wraith but he'd acquired abilities that went beyond that of either of his heritage and she wasn't sure what that was. He manipulated Space Time, shattered the multiverse sending the world back into the dark ages. She didn't understand how even though she knew why. what she didn't understand was why in the name of the dead gods did he give the new world...to her mother. That cruel, violent, hateful bitch instead of Grandmother, who knew how to rule, who was just, firm, surely but just and kind. She remembered fondly how she'd stroke Sunday's hair sweetly when she went in for a hug. Sunday felt the pang in her chest of an oncoming panic attack. She couldn't leave Alice alone but she needed Issac. She was addicted and she knew it but it was the only thing keeping her steady. She knew her father would never approve of what they were doing but he had his vices and she had hers.

She smiled over at Alice. " Come little one, We are going to see your Aunt Eida and Hotaru. " She said and Alice gave her a vacant look but grabbed her rabbit with on hand and her mother's in another and her eyes watched her. Sunday was trapped in her daughter's gaze and memories flooded her mind. "Alice,please" she begged but they kept coming. They weren't just images, but smells, tastes, sensations. As if her entire life happened all at once. "Alice!" She shouted and Alice jumped and snatched her hand away. Sunday clutched her chest. " You can't -" Sunday could barely breath. She fidgetted and swallowed the deep gulps of air. "You can't do that, it is painful" She tokd the girl as diplomatically as possible.
Alice said nothing as usual and sunday grabbed her hand and lead her to where Eida, Hotaru and now Mycah were.

"Lady Sunday!" He said with a smile, Hotaru in his arms but one look at her face and his bright smile faded. , " Is everything alright? " He asked, concerned. Sunday couldn't respond. Mycah was such a good father. He knew for less then a day and all his qualms with Eida were shadows in the light of the fact that he was a father. Eida wouldn't have to do this alone and yet Alec had crested a new world, and left her alone in it with a child she couldn't possibly understand. She was the one that left but did he even care? She dropped her gaze to the floor. "Can you look after-?" Her breath hitched. Mycah was already nodding. " Of course, but? "
"Thank you." And she was off.

Where? To Isaac's tent.
"Issac?!" She called. "Issac, I need you!"