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[lunarborn]

[His bones ache. He'd lost the sensation of having legs some time ago, assuming they hadn't been dismembered an hour past simply because he was able to keep trudging alone. He's been on his way back from the mountainrange for a subjective eternity, platinum hair matted and stringy from sweat, deep blue eyes sunken under the weight of dark, puffy

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[lunarianlegacy]

My bug!

[Anyone looking for Ceodore will find a small boy around age six. A boy who is quite torn between obeying his father and following the road or worrying because his father has squashed his new pet bug he'd found.]

Father, why are you on the ground?

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[eidolon_soul]

[Rydia is all over the place today, at least in part because of the festival. Thus, she's garbed as a faerie princess, which in reality isn't all that much different from her usual attire. She's at the outskirts when a brief break from the noise is needed, only to spot two figures ahead. Little Ceodore isn't immediately registered, but she knows that armor anywhere.]

Cecil!

[And she runs toward him.]

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[lunarborn]

. . .

[Yeah... Cecil doesn't hear either of them. BRB faceplanted.]

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[lunarianlegacy]

Father, you're squishing my bug.

[Clearly the child knows what's important here, and it's not his father being passed out on the ground. He doesn't think it's too surprising to see Rydia either.]

Hi, Rydia!

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[falenandawn]

[And Frey had been out for his daily walk, about ready to head into the forest to begin his usual circuit in search of Ceodore when... he sees a kid. and what seems to be a collapsed man.

He's going to be running over, concerned for the pair.]

Are you alrig-.......

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[falenandawn]

[………….this kid looks familiar…..

What the hell.]

[lunarianlegacy]

Mother says you're not supposed to eat mud, Father.

[So very matter-of-fact about Cecil being faceplanted, and yet the child seems amiable enough to the person walking up, unaware this is actually a BAD THING.]

Hi!

[falenandawn]

C-Ceodore....?

[And this man... looked kind of like him. His father?

Frey will be bending down to get a better look at the both of them.]

Are you ok?

[Action: Like me, Golbez is late.]

[cladinthedark]

[How long had it taken for news of his brother's return to reach him?

Surprisingly, not all that long. Golbez tends to pay close enough attention to the world around him that such things rarely escape his notice. Nonetheless, he doesn't show up at the clinic until everyone else has already been settled in and/or left. With a calmness that completely belies his worry, he strides into the clinic and slowly opens the door to the room his brother and any remaining visitors are being kept in.]

Cecil?

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[lunarianlegacy]

[While Cecil's resting, Ceodore's on the opposite side of the bed, happily playing on the floor with his now dead and half-squished scorpion-bug-pet. It's a boy thing.

The sound of his father's name gets his attention. Thus, a white-haired boy around age six pops up, with his head barely peeking above the mattress from his knelt position. One very wide-eyed little tyke. Because tall strangers in dark armor are just a little bit scary.]

[Action: Oh Moon I do indeed (let's just assume papa doesn't wake up until later)]

[cladinthedark]

[Receiving no response from his brother, Golbez looks to the bed...

And as he does so, his eyes pass, then fix on, his nephew.] You're... [There's a brief pause as he composes himself.] Ceodore, boy, is that you?

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[lunarianlegacy]

[Dead bug still in hand, Ceodore stands up the rest of the way and nods.]

Yessir.

[Even little, he's got manners ingrained already. Which doesn't stop him from staring in awe at the tall fellow in the armor anyway.]

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