#earthrunes

"Sure... you know whatever. My mom's always telling me to get to know folks... I used to have anxiety issues you know? But my therapist has helped. "

"Thanks. Hang on....." August goes up to the kitchen and puts stuff down wherever to find something with water; bottled, a Solo cup, whatever. He fills it, infuses it, and brings it down to Clifford. "Here you go. With... my thanks, for your help."

Clifford takes it "Thanks man, you seem cool..." He drinks and.. glamour flows.

AUgust braces himself for the dreamdance and...

oh boy does he get one!

August tries to bring Clifford inside before.....

August shudders in shock. This memory.....

August's eyes open to Clifford dealing with chimerical creations from several life times. Most of them, thank the dreaming, not too dangerous. The young man's horns are impressive! Nearly 11 inches, enough for any young buck to boast about, and he moves around in confusion as images of fighting nunnehi raids against a settlement flies by, and tending to a bookstore as he and his sister seek to stop a mob from burning an unwanted book... and ... oh too many lives.

August goes to him, his mission to protect and keep from harm more compelling than his own pain, or remembered pain.

The satyr looks up, "Margrave? Where is.. wait.. I don't.." His voile is rather simple, the jogging outfit now looking a bit like a courier of olde, but on his back is a half cloak bearing the Truthbranch symbol of the tree within the lantern.

"It... It's ok. I'm here. I'm not....." he bites down on that "It's ok. What's your name?"

"Clifford I.. no.. not Clifford.. I wore so many waiting for you...I..wait, I don't even know you, and yet I do."

"It's ok. What's your name? How do I call you?"

"Better stick with Clifford until I sort..I think... at one time you called me Camillus."

"Camillus." He tests the word.

It tastes right. Ironic, the patron saint of nurses.

Perhaps there were healing duties, or maybe it's the satyr's gentle eyes. He doubts however healer Emma's duties are in any danger from an unsained satyr.

Camillus says "I'm.. am I going insane? " he touches his horns.

"No, Camilus." August steps forward. "You're Fae; a satyr. You've.... you've been hiding all this time, waiting. I'm sorry you had to wait so long."

"I don't understand half of that, but... as long as this isn't a trip.. I'm good. My mom would KILL me if I had taken drugs"

August takes a deep breath. "Camillus. I know a place that can help make everything clear. Come with me."

"What do I tell my mom? When she sees these horns it's going to be a little..." He shuffles his pants "hard to explain. Nevermind the goat legs"

"She probably won't see them." Calmly. "Unless she has the Sight."

"Right So... where can I go to get this..ah... is this like orientation for school?" He says "Wow, I am feeling like worried, excited, happy... and a bit aroused and that's weird. Is that normal?"

"Yes." A small grin. "We can get in my car, and I'll take you to somewhere that will help."

Camillus goes along "ANd you're AUgust...dude, are you naturally this... there? "

August loads up himself and Camillus with enough, and only just that, to make room. "I am August, yes. And, no. I'm not."

"Riiiight " He says "Okay. You better drive, because I think I'm losing audial comprehension"

"Come home, then." And August takes him to Coradel.

And they drive.... He ducks "Shit, my mom"

an attractive women who has kept her figure works in a yard, but doesn't see them as she's fighting a hedge trimmer

So August safely smuggles the new Chrysalid away. You can bet the symbol on his back will get some looks.

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