The Knight follows their plan, heading directly to Deepnest via Stagways.
Their tallest sibling is quickly sought out. They ignore Herrah, to her annoyance, and she follows them all the way to their sibling's chamber, though she's polite enough to stop outside.
They appear somewhat different. They have less silk crisscrossing their cracked mask, and a cloak tinged barely red fully covers their wings. Their nest has a handful of new blankets and pillows. Otherwise, little has changed, down to the crooked attempt at a bow segueing into ignoring the Knight's presence at their side.
They still settle down on a pillow there. They let information spill through the Void, simply shared, and are fairly certain some gets through despite their sibling's terrifying mental fortifications. They tell them of their Crossroads excursion with Lemm, ending messily but well enough, and how they've tried again. They share images of Dirtmouth, how it's quietly grown. They pull out some Charms, holding individual favorites in front of their un-cracked eye, offering to share, and assure them it can wait until later when there is no response.
They stay for quite some time. Hornet comes by mostly when they're resting, assuming they sleep, and seemingly stands guard by the both of them before disappearing again. Periodically, Herrah looms in the doorway, but does not cross the boundary despite this Nest in its entirety being hers.
She waits until they finally prepare to leave, to discuss their sibling--and only their sibling, to their genuine surprise. Hornet has been in charge of their care, and doing quite a good job, according to her mother, but she has her own concerns. They give advice through gesture--pulling out their Nail and swinging it, since they hadn't seen their sibling's. They let her guess through a series of yes-and-noes that while they should perhaps not go so far as spar, they should still have their blade. The Knight knows their own recovery and sense of safety would be hindered in their place.
She promises to return it. They pass along this information, and get the slightest stirring in return; the correct option, then.
Next, the Knight leaves to Dirtmouth, to a few cheerful greetings. The air is again awash with the Troupe's music. They hope that Brumm and Grimm aren't too displeased, and furnish their house (their house, they have yet to get over that) with the picture on a single hook by the door, and the sconce hung awkwardly from the ceiling. There aren't many options otherwise. Silly as it looks, it lights the room up fine enough.
They equip Grimmchild from their little couch, and head back down into Hallownest after they examine the room for a little while.
The Knight wonders what being the Charm alone is like. They don't seem upset about the time passed. Perhaps they're watching. Perhaps they're with Grimm. Perhaps it's simply like sleep.
They had the idea of going to the Archives, next, but, while Grimmchild is having a grand time, they have fewer things to spit flame at. They alter their route to one place they suspect still might hold some enjoyment of the fighting sort; the Colosseum of Fools.
They swore to Lemm they'd be careful, but this isn't part of their projects. They feel only a little guilt on the way in.
The Little Fool greets them, as before.
Everything seems the same until they jump down into the dungeon. They find fewer bugs, hear far less grumbling and chatter.
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Their tallest sibling is quickly sought out. They ignore Herrah, to her annoyance, and she follows them all the way to their sibling's chamber, though she's polite enough to stop outside.
They appear somewhat different. They have less silk crisscrossing their cracked mask, and a cloak tinged barely red fully covers their wings. Their nest has a handful of new blankets and pillows. Otherwise, little has changed, down to the crooked attempt at a bow segueing into ignoring the Knight's presence at their side.
They still settle down on a pillow there. They let information spill through the Void, simply shared, and are fairly certain some gets through despite their sibling's terrifying mental fortifications. They tell them of their Crossroads excursion with Lemm, ending messily but well enough, and how they've tried again. They share images of Dirtmouth, how it's quietly grown. They pull out some Charms, holding individual favorites in front of their un-cracked eye, offering to share, and assure them it can wait until later when there is no response.
They stay for quite some time. Hornet comes by mostly when they're resting, assuming they sleep, and seemingly stands guard by the both of them before disappearing again. Periodically, Herrah looms in the doorway, but does not cross the boundary despite this Nest in its entirety being hers.
She waits until they finally prepare to leave, to discuss their sibling--and only their sibling, to their genuine surprise. Hornet has been in charge of their care, and doing quite a good job, according to her mother, but she has her own concerns. They give advice through gesture--pulling out their Nail and swinging it, since they hadn't seen their sibling's. They let her guess through a series of yes-and-noes that while they should perhaps not go so far as spar, they should still have their blade. The Knight knows their own recovery and sense of safety would be hindered in their place.
She promises to return it. They pass along this information, and get the slightest stirring in return; the correct option, then.
Next, the Knight leaves to Dirtmouth, to a few cheerful greetings. The air is again awash with the Troupe's music. They hope that Brumm and Grimm aren't too displeased, and furnish their house (their house, they have yet to get over that) with the picture on a single hook by the door, and the sconce hung awkwardly from the ceiling. There aren't many options otherwise. Silly as it looks, it lights the room up fine enough.
They equip Grimmchild from their little couch, and head back down into Hallownest after they examine the room for a little while.
The Knight wonders what being the Charm alone is like. They don't seem upset about the time passed. Perhaps they're watching. Perhaps they're with Grimm. Perhaps it's simply like sleep.
They had the idea of going to the Archives, next, but, while Grimmchild is having a grand time, they have fewer things to spit flame at. They alter their route to one place they suspect still might hold some enjoyment of the fighting sort; the Colosseum of Fools.
They swore to Lemm they'd be careful, but this isn't part of their projects. They feel only a little guilt on the way in.
The Little Fool greets them, as before.
Everything seems the same until they jump down into the dungeon. They find fewer bugs, hear far less grumbling and chatter.
This is a blessing.
For them.
Because--