Witches can be right, giants can be good... [CLOSED]

[demonicbeauty]

Who: Ariadne and Varian
What: Some unfortunate memory sharing
When: Forward dated to December 8
Where: Casa Disaster #25 Raccoon Alley - Cassandra District

Content Warnings: Backstory trauma, but will update as needed.

Ariadne's exploration of holidays in the multiverse had led her to an inevitable conclusion: People loved Christmas. And while she might forever call it the "fat-man holiday," in her head, she figured it was best to start following cultural norms and expectations. It was similar enough to the way the Elves celebrated New Years that she understood the basics, anyway: Singing, eating, offerings, family, and presents.

The 'presents' part was the easiest. After all, people loved getting presents. And she loved giving them.

Maybe she wasn't the best at making them. As they said, though, it was the thought that counted.

A cliche she actually understood.

Varian and Fern inevitably ended up on the list of people she wanted to visit. She decided there was nothing more important for the two of them than some of the soil around her orchard, soil which might hold scientific answers (which would please Varian) and keep Fern alive through the winter (which would please both of them). She found a large, hollowed-out antler that seemed festive--a bright blue ribbon around it helped--and filled it up with soil from her trees, before heading out to Cassandra to pay them a visit. There was a slight bounce in her step, despite the cold. And when she arrived at their front door, she gave a jaunty, little knock.

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[demonicbeauty]

"I'm not supposed to," she admitted. But in admitting that, she realized, she really did want to talk about it, quite a lot.

The whole thing was really weighing on her mind. Especially in light of the necklace that mysteriously turned up in her orchard.

She shook her head. "It's some sort of magical. Thing. I don't really understand. But he may or may not be missing his...soul?"

[droptheious]

"Well, that's okay, I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. If you need to get it off your chest."

Which clearly, she does. So he does his best to listen. This is...not really in his wheelhouse, but he'll try anyway.

"Oh, that's...not good. Did he lose it here or...home?"

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne shrugged. "I don't know." It was possible Dean knew. And it was equally possible that Dean was grasping for an explanation, the same as the rest of them.

Anyway, she didn't entirely know which answer was better.

Which held out much hope. Hope that he would be...made whole.

She shook her head. "I shouldn't be bothering you with this."

[droptheious]

That's worrying. Where he lost it really does make a difference to if he can be helped here or not. It gave a clear path. He raises his shoulders in a shrug, offering a tired little smile.

"Hey, it's okay. You're my friend, and if it's bothering you, I'm more than happy to listen and...and see if I can help any."

[demonicbeauty]

That earned him another hug, like it or not.

Honestly, the fact that Ariadne now had friends she could hug was more of a balm than anything else. They were rare back home. But their numbers were beginning to get impressive here in Trench.

She pulled back, giving him a little smile. "Thank you, Varian."

[droptheious]

He returns the hug, exhaling softly into it, glad for it as much as his mind is racing still. The people he'd met in both Deerington and Trench had been a pretty solid reason to stay here- and this is further proof of that. The hug was exceptionally comforting - she was good at them.

"Hey, you're welcome," he returns the smile. "Anytime."