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A random post-script for Trev. Has been bouncing around in my head for a while, figured I might as well get it down on paper:

Trev kept an arrow to the string of her bow as she walked down the last part of the path that led to the cabin where she lived with Odette and Cailey. It wasn’t likely that she’d get jumped here, not with her having cleared most of the dangerous animals out of the area and most bandits too scared of her to think of going near, but it was always a possibility. Besides, the smell of blood always made it more likely something would come for her, and even though she was only bleeding a little bit, the smell would still be on her.

But then she rounded the bend and saw the cabin with light shining out through the windows, and relaxed slightly, putting the arrow back in it’s sheath and unstringing the bow. As an afterthought, she pulled the scarf from around her waist and draped it around her shoulders so that the wound on her upper arm wouldn’t be as visible, since any sight of blood still upset Cailey awfully. Not that Odette would be thrilled, but, then, she hadn’t witnessed her entire family being slaughtered by werewolves… and she wasn’t 6 years old.

Trev figured that Cailey would eventually grow out of it, but it hadn’t even been a year yet since there had been word about a pack of werewolves causing trouble. Tracking them down had taken bit too long, and when she caught up to them, they were already in a forester's hut, with blood splashed everywhere and no one left but the little girl who was small enough to hide in a heavy wooden chest. Trev had killed the werewolves, of course, but was not quite sure what to do with the little girl who cried and clung to her afterwards. So she’d brought her back to the cabin where Odette lived, with the vague plan of letting Odette comfort her before finding someone to take her in… and somehow, that second part never happened, and she spent more and more time with her sister and the little girl until all three of them were living in the little cabin.

Automatically she averted her eyes from the runes carved into the door. She still wanted to avoid magic as much as possible, but when Chione found out that she had adopted a daughter - Chione’s words - she insisted on doing magical protections for the house. It made Odette a lot happier, and Odette and Chione were always very close after they’d spent that summer together while Chione figured out how to break the enchantment that turned Odette into a swan. Trev wasn’t thrilled about the magic, but she was glad of the reminder of her sister, and even more glad that Odette and Cailey would be safe from anything save a determined mage. They were going to go visit Chione and Morris and their family at the next new moon, she remembered happily.

“Welcome home!” Odette said cheerfully, though her eyes immediately went to the wound in her arm.

“It is nothing,” Trev assured her, and then swung the bird she had slung over a shoulder down. “I got you a turkey for dinner. Well,” she amended, looking at how far the sun had set, “For dinner tomorrow.” She handed the bird over, and then set her bow and arrows near the door, which freed up her hands for when Cailey flung herself at her.

Trev caught her mid-air, trying not to flinch too much as the little girl’s weight landed on her injured arm. “Cailey, how are you? Did you have a good day today?”

“Yes I did. I saw 4 butterflies, a rat with a shield, and Odette told me a story!” Cailey looked worriedly at her arm, her blue eyes going wide. “Are you all right, Trevelen?”

“I am fine, I just ran out of healing potions,” Trev assured her, then went to the shelf where they were stored, and quickly drank one. The wound knitted itself back together instantly, and she moved her arm to demonstrate. “See? Is fine. There were only three wolves, and I killed them all.” She also noticed that there weren’t many potions left, and made a mental note to go get some more from Fen soon.

Cailey responded by throwing her arms around Trev’s neck and hugging her hard. “I hate wolves,” she muttered into her neck.

“Well, that is fine,” Trev responded easily, ignoring Odette’s sharp look. “They are dangerous.” She wasn't going to lie to Cailey, and certainly not about something like that.

Despite spending a large chunk of her life as a bird, Odette was a very good cook, Trev reflected happily as they settled down to dinner. And the bear was surprisingly tender. Also, it was very satisfying to eat it, after it had chased her all that while. Odette was talking about some trading she’d done and how she now had supplies to make some new clothing for Cailey in the bright colors she’d requested, of which Trev heartily approved. Cailey was oddly quiet, though, and kept looking at the sword Trev had still slung across her back.

“Trevelen?” she finally asked. “Will you… will you teach me how to fight wolves?”

“Yes, of course,” Trev responded without thinking.

Odette’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Trev!”


“She’s far too young to be learning to fight anything!”

“I started to learn to hunt when I was younger than her,” Trev countered, before remembering that her memories were not true and that Odette very well knew that. Sometimes it was hard to remember that parts of your life had not happened the way you remembered.

“Be that as it may, I still think she’s far too young to be thinking about fighting wolves with a knife!”

“Not a knife!” Trev hastened to reassure her. “I will make her a small bow. Then she can hide in the trees to hunt. It will be much safer.”


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