I certainly hope so. The thing is... the journal that mentions her is over a hundred years old. There were possibly some time travel magicks involved in her arrival, or so I've been told.
[ A sigh, and he goes to reach for another carrot only to realize the tray of snacks has long been emptied. Ah. ]
Well, if anyone can survive in Barovia for a hundred years, it's my mother.
[ And the possibility of time travel magicks!? If Dad 1 were here, he would be yelling at the top of his lungs at the mere prospect of it. Juniper has no real scholarly knowledge of the arcane to supply in this conversation, but she can at least offer a comparison. ]
Or maybe... Maybe time flows differently in Barovia, like it does in the Feywild sometimes...? I guess you'll figure it out eventually, but... You and your adventuring friends will be able to find her, I'm sure!
That's possible, but the words "travel through time" were definitely used.
[ Who knows!! Hopefully he can find his mother and ask her directly. ]
Right now, all signs are pointing us toward a peculiar temple high in the mountains. My mother was commissioned to build the wards for the place, so it won't be easy to get into.
[ Well then nevermind! Timey wimey magicks it is. Then Dad 1 would definitely geeking out right about know if he were here... ]
I bet... If there's anyone who can figure out her wards to get into the place, it'll be you! Hehe... You're her son, after all! And besides, you won't be alone, so everyone can put their heads together. That's the true value of teamwork!
[ said with a decisive nod and a smile. Though with that, it really does hit Juniper... just how much Declan has been through in the last few months. And to think of the last time they saw each other, he had been so remorseful over not going with Miss Lucy, when now he's gone and accomplished so much else too... ]
That is truly the value of teamwork. I'd be far too out of my depth all by myself.
[ And there's value in that, too. Making friends, having companions you can trust in the heat of battle or when times are especially hard. He would have never learned any of these things if he'd just stayed home.
Juniper catches him entirely off-guard with the compliment, and he blinks at her a time or two. ]
[ Leaning forward, Juniper props her elbows atop the table and then her chin in her hands, her smile only broadening at his taken-aback reaction. ]
The last time I saw you at your shop, you were beating yourself up for not going with Miss Lucy. I remember, you know! But now, you've gone to follow, and you're helping so many other people and you're helping your friends along the way, too.
It's like... You've become a true adventurer, Uncle Dee! I think you're amazing!
[ He's not going to cry! He's not! But he does get a little misty-eyed. He's gone through so much in Barovia that he hasn't even thought to look back at where he started. He can't see how much he's grown. To have someone point that out to him is... it warms his heart, makes him think he's not failing his little family any longer. ]
Thank you, sweetheart. I think I... I think I needed to hear that.
[ Oh, she's never seen Uncle Declan almost tear up like this... But she's lived a storied enough life even in such a short time to know that the almost-tears aren't anything to be ashamed of, nor are they borne out of sadness.
So, she offers a reassuring smile and rises to her feet abruptly, chair dragging across the floor rather unpleasantly. ]
You're welcome, Uncle Dee! I've seen many adventurers leave on their journeys and come back with a more... worldly aura, you know, so I know it when I see it! You've grown! You've grown a lot!
[ Oriphi is going to kill him, but on the other hand, he’s kind of glad she took the initiative. She’s far too young to have regrets that big, and she deserves to live her own life. Make her own mistakes. Have her own adventure. ]
[ Who cares what Oriphi thinks!! She sucks! This totally won't turn into a Freaky Friday situation!!
...But she will sit back down in her chair for this, fully perching and curling up in it, gremlinly. ]
I did. I heard that the Witchlight Carnival was finally back in our world, so... I went! I thought, "Well, if there's anyone who can get me into the Feywild, it's going to be someone at the Witchlight Carnival!"
[ It is, after all, a fairground famous for its fey-fueled attractions.
She pauses for a moment, her countenance thoughtful. ]
[ He's heard some whisperings about the carnival around Waterdeep. It's not anything he ever considered attending for himself, but for Juni... it would be perfect, wouldn't it? ]
Of course I want to hear about it!
[ He also sits back down, folding his lanky limbs into his chair to mirror her gremli-ness. Who needs sleep? ]
[ Juniper sure doesn't! Maybe later on into the next day she'll check on Declan and make sure he's not running purely on fumes and grab him some morning potion, but... Truth to tell, she has been bursting at the seams, wanting to talk about her story thus far with someone, anyone really - and who better to tell it all too, than the one who helped sow the seed of her striking out on her own?
And so she settles in, and tells him of her time at the Witchlight Carnival, and how it's led her into what surely will continue to be a grand adventure in the Feywild. She speaks of meeting Pawarin, a firbolg cleric, while in line for tickets, and how he had lost something very precious to him when last the Carnival was in their world, how he intends to find it again. And of soon after meeting Cleopatra, a gloomy and dramatic but well-meaning bard who has been working as a carnival hand for most of her life.
She tells the story of the treant saplings that roamed the carnival to welcome its guests, spreading gifts, and their little, chatty squirrel companions who gave each of them a dandelion with which to make a wish. Juniper stops herself short, here, of telling Declan what it is she'd wished for. "A grand adventure that I can be proud of when I return home," it had been, but what if telling him will somehow negate the wish? Instead, she giggles, and tells him that her wish is a secret.
Then she continues on, painting the scenery of the Carnival's whimsy and wonder to the best of her ability. What she lacks for in flowery language and charisma, she of course more than compensates for with her sheer enthusiasm.
But Juniper tells him, too, of the unsettling things afoot, things beneath the veneer of joy and wonder that only became known to her as she began to speak in earnest with many of the carnival hands. She mentions the displacer beast, Dirla, who keeps watch over lost items and children - but whose own cub has disappeared. Of Palasha the mermaid and her lover Candlefoot the unintended mime, whose voice was stolen from him just as he was proposing to his love. Of Diana, a woman with a half-equine body who cares for the carousel, who could say nothing more than that she "made a bad deal." She tries, very hard, to tell Declan about the riddles she and her friends (more so her friends) had to solve to earn secrets from the carousel - but of course, she no longer remembers in exact words. But she remembers what the unicorns whispered into their minds:
"The carnival is linked to the realm of its fey patron, but she has since been frozen in time, usurped by a coven of hags. All that is taken from the carnival, and all that is wrong goes back to them."
It is with more levity that Juniper waves the tapestry of the rest of her tale. They met Mister Witch and Mister Light themselves after Juniper was crowned the Witchlight Monarch, who told them that with Prismeer under the coven's rule, they have no choice but to let the hags do as they please, their minions stealing away objects and people alike. But if the three of them were to venture into the realm and free the archfey Zybilna...
Juniper had always intended to use the Witchlight Carnival as a way to enter the Feywild, and so of course she agreed. And so did Cleo, who wishes to restore the Carnival to its former ruler so that she can finally leave it, and Pawarin, whose precious cloak had ostensibly been taken by one of the hags. The three of them have been adventuring in Prismeer since then, further uncovering the insidious plots of the Hourglass Coven and their allies, as well as the woes of its downtrodden fey denizens. ]
—The bunny brigand told us that their leader, Agdon, wears a scarf made out of lightning! Cleo said I should "distract" him while Pawarin steals the scarf, but Jingle Jangle told us the scarf can't be stolen somehow! So I'm going to challenge him to a duel and have him give me the scarf fair and square instead! Oh, and I'm going to make him and his brigand steal from the bad guys instead, I've decided!
[ Just as Juniper had done for him, Declan listens with rapt attention, taking in every detail, every minute shift of Juniper’s expression as she spins her tale. He beams at her as she tells him of her little group of friends – an adventuring party of her own – and the wonders of the carnival. And then it all takes a turn, and something sinister is revealed to lurk beneath the surface.
A coven of hags. Perhaps not too unlike the coven of hags that stole her parents away from her. It almost seems meant to be.
Maybe her own adventure hasn’t been as dreadfully long as his own, and the feywild is certainly a far different beast from dark and dreary Barovia, but it’s not without its dangers. Even in so short a time, he can tell Juniper has grown too. ]
Well then, we’re going to have to make sure you’re well prepared for that match by the time we leave this place!
[ You know, whenever that might be. ]
It seems you’re really stepping into your own, too, Junebug.
[ Not too unlike at all, although Juniper hasn't spoken of what she knows of the hags in great detail, least of all that they'd just discovered that Skabatha has indeed been stealing children away... A tale, perhaps, for a different night-slash-early-morning.
For now, she's allowing herself the grace to hear Declan's words in earnest, despite how part of her truly feels unprepared for the battles ahead. Facing a coven does feel like it was meant to be. But at the same time, she's... Well, she's afraid of hags. ]
Ah.. You really think so, Uncle Dee? I feel like my adventure's just beginning, but you know, I... Don't regret running away at all. Even having just done that, and managing to get this far on my own... It feels really nice!
[ Declan, too, often feels unprepared for what lies ahead. But when the moment comes, he somehow manages to rise to the occasion, bolstered by his friends. No doubt, Juniper will do the same. He believes that she has it in her. ]
I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You’re going to do amazing things.
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[ A sigh, and he goes to reach for another carrot only to realize the tray of snacks has long been emptied. Ah. ]
Well, if anyone can survive in Barovia for a hundred years, it's my mother.
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[ And the possibility of time travel magicks!? If Dad 1 were here, he would be yelling at the top of his lungs at the mere prospect of it. Juniper has no real scholarly knowledge of the arcane to supply in this conversation, but she can at least offer a comparison. ]
Or maybe... Maybe time flows differently in Barovia, like it does in the Feywild sometimes...? I guess you'll figure it out eventually, but... You and your adventuring friends will be able to find her, I'm sure!
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[ Who knows!! Hopefully he can find his mother and ask her directly. ]
Right now, all signs are pointing us toward a peculiar temple high in the mountains. My mother was commissioned to build the wards for the place, so it won't be easy to get into.
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[ Well then nevermind! Timey wimey magicks it is. Then Dad 1 would definitely geeking out right about know if he were here... ]
I bet... If there's anyone who can figure out her wards to get into the place, it'll be you! Hehe... You're her son, after all! And besides, you won't be alone, so everyone can put their heads together. That's the true value of teamwork!
[ said with a decisive nod and a smile. Though with that, it really does hit Juniper... just how much Declan has been through in the last few months. And to think of the last time they saw each other, he had been so remorseful over not going with Miss Lucy, when now he's gone and accomplished so much else too... ]
I'm really proud of you, Uncle Dee.
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[ And there's value in that, too. Making friends, having companions you can trust in the heat of battle or when times are especially hard. He would have never learned any of these things if he'd just stayed home.
Juniper catches him entirely off-guard with the compliment, and he blinks at her a time or two. ]
You are?
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[ Leaning forward, Juniper props her elbows atop the table and then her chin in her hands, her smile only broadening at his taken-aback reaction. ]
The last time I saw you at your shop, you were beating yourself up for not going with Miss Lucy. I remember, you know! But now, you've gone to follow, and you're helping so many other people and you're helping your friends along the way, too.
It's like... You've become a true adventurer, Uncle Dee! I think you're amazing!
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[ He's not going to cry! He's not! But he does get a little misty-eyed. He's gone through so much in Barovia that he hasn't even thought to look back at where he started. He can't see how much he's grown. To have someone point that out to him is... it warms his heart, makes him think he's not failing his little family any longer. ]
Thank you, sweetheart. I think I... I think I needed to hear that.
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So, she offers a reassuring smile and rises to her feet abruptly, chair dragging across the floor rather unpleasantly. ]
You're welcome, Uncle Dee! I've seen many adventurers leave on their journeys and come back with a more... worldly aura, you know, so I know it when I see it! You've grown! You've grown a lot!
[ And then, in the true Alchemighty way: ]
Do you want to hug it out?
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Of course I do!
[ COME HERE BUNNIECE ]
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She's coming around the table to just scoop him up right out of his seat for a hug! ]
Hehe, though I'm still stronger physically!
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[ He is hoisted clean out of his chair, thanks Juni. ]
I make a habit of exercising my mind over my body!
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[ Take a deep breath, uncle, because she's gonna SQUEEEEZE his noodley form. ]
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[ He practically coughs out the nickname as he air is squeezed from him. Something in his back definitely pops. ]
I can't breathe!
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[ She is not, in fact, even the least bit sorry. But she will let go of him now. ]
Thanks for telling me all about your adventures, Uncle Dee.
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[ But he sounds amused, so no hard feelings. ]
But here I am, rambling away through all hours of the night and I haven’t even asked you what you’ve been up to!
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[ Brightly. ]
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[ With an utterly unrepentant smile, she adds: ]
So I made the decision for them!
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[ A sigh. ]
You followed your heart, didn’t you?
[ Oriphi is going to kill him, but on the other hand, he’s kind of glad she took the initiative. She’s far too young to have regrets that big, and she deserves to live her own life. Make her own mistakes. Have her own adventure. ]
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...But she will sit back down in her chair for this, fully perching and curling up in it, gremlinly. ]
I did. I heard that the Witchlight Carnival was finally back in our world, so... I went! I thought, "Well, if there's anyone who can get me into the Feywild, it's going to be someone at the Witchlight Carnival!"
[ It is, after all, a fairground famous for its fey-fueled attractions.
She pauses for a moment, her countenance thoughtful. ]
Do you want to hear about it?
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Of course I want to hear about it!
[ He also sits back down, folding his lanky limbs into his chair to mirror her gremli-ness. Who needs sleep? ]
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And so she settles in, and tells him of her time at the Witchlight Carnival, and how it's led her into what surely will continue to be a grand adventure in the Feywild. She speaks of meeting Pawarin, a firbolg cleric, while in line for tickets, and how he had lost something very precious to him when last the Carnival was in their world, how he intends to find it again. And of soon after meeting Cleopatra, a gloomy and dramatic but well-meaning bard who has been working as a carnival hand for most of her life.
She tells the story of the treant saplings that roamed the carnival to welcome its guests, spreading gifts, and their little, chatty squirrel companions who gave each of them a dandelion with which to make a wish. Juniper stops herself short, here, of telling Declan what it is she'd wished for. "A grand adventure that I can be proud of when I return home," it had been, but what if telling him will somehow negate the wish? Instead, she giggles, and tells him that her wish is a secret.
Then she continues on, painting the scenery of the Carnival's whimsy and wonder to the best of her ability. What she lacks for in flowery language and charisma, she of course more than compensates for with her sheer enthusiasm.
But Juniper tells him, too, of the unsettling things afoot, things beneath the veneer of joy and wonder that only became known to her as she began to speak in earnest with many of the carnival hands. She mentions the displacer beast, Dirla, who keeps watch over lost items and children - but whose own cub has disappeared. Of Palasha the mermaid and her lover Candlefoot the unintended mime, whose voice was stolen from him just as he was proposing to his love. Of Diana, a woman with a half-equine body who cares for the carousel, who could say nothing more than that she "made a bad deal." She tries, very hard, to tell Declan about the riddles she and her friends (more so her friends) had to solve to earn secrets from the carousel - but of course, she no longer remembers in exact words. But she remembers what the unicorns whispered into their minds:
"The carnival is linked to the realm of its fey patron, but she has since been frozen in time, usurped by a coven of hags. All that is taken from the carnival, and all that is wrong goes back to them."
It is with more levity that Juniper waves the tapestry of the rest of her tale. They met Mister Witch and Mister Light themselves after Juniper was crowned the Witchlight Monarch, who told them that with Prismeer under the coven's rule, they have no choice but to let the hags do as they please, their minions stealing away objects and people alike. But if the three of them were to venture into the realm and free the archfey Zybilna...
Juniper had always intended to use the Witchlight Carnival as a way to enter the Feywild, and so of course she agreed. And so did Cleo, who wishes to restore the Carnival to its former ruler so that she can finally leave it, and Pawarin, whose precious cloak had ostensibly been taken by one of the hags. The three of them have been adventuring in Prismeer since then, further uncovering the insidious plots of the Hourglass Coven and their allies, as well as the woes of its downtrodden fey denizens. ]
—The bunny brigand told us that their leader, Agdon, wears a scarf made out of lightning! Cleo said I should "distract" him while Pawarin steals the scarf, but Jingle Jangle told us the scarf can't be stolen somehow! So I'm going to challenge him to a duel and have him give me the scarf fair and square instead! Oh, and I'm going to make him and his brigand steal from the bad guys instead, I've decided!
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A coven of hags. Perhaps not too unlike the coven of hags that stole her parents away from her. It almost seems meant to be.
Maybe her own adventure hasn’t been as dreadfully long as his own, and the feywild is certainly a far different beast from dark and dreary Barovia, but it’s not without its dangers. Even in so short a time, he can tell Juniper has grown too. ]
Well then, we’re going to have to make sure you’re well prepared for that match by the time we leave this place!
[ You know, whenever that might be. ]
It seems you’re really stepping into your own, too, Junebug.
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For now, she's allowing herself the grace to hear Declan's words in earnest, despite how part of her truly feels unprepared for the battles ahead. Facing a coven does feel like it was meant to be. But at the same time, she's... Well, she's afraid of hags. ]
Ah.. You really think so, Uncle Dee? I feel like my adventure's just beginning, but you know, I... Don't regret running away at all. Even having just done that, and managing to get this far on my own... It feels really nice!
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I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You’re going to do amazing things.
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