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what_we_dream
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Once he had steered himself away from Mabb, Schmendrick took shelter in a tree for the night. With a light tap, the bark had opened up and let him in, where he shared a meal with a squirrel and curled up to sleep for the night. When morning came, the tree released him, and he bade his furry friend farewell.
There was a brief pause by a stream to wash the sap from his hair and the splinters from his robe. Then there was another spell cast, and a thin trail of blue light sped through the trees, taking shape as it flew in the form of a butterfly. Schmendrick waited, and a few minutes passed before it returned and flickered it's wings at him.
It led on, following a clear stream until tall reeds and the scent of flowers surrounded them. Then the light spun about and winked away, its task complete.
Schmendrick made his way through the foliage, pushing tall grasses out of his way and treading with light feet. He could sense a whispering through the plants, and the reeds were trying (not uneffectively) to bar him from continuing. He spoke back to it, trying to coax it into letting him pass, but as he tried again, a stalk caught hold of his ankle. Schmendrick stumbled, fell back--
--and landed in a pool of water, his hat falling from his head, and being quickly dragged down by the weight of his robes.
Tags:
schmendrick, titania
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Schmendrick had righted himself, and was reaching for his hat when the fae Queen drew near. He stilled, rigid as a stone, when the corner of his eyes glimpsed naked flesh, and a flush of scarlet rose on his cheeks.
Of course, Schmendrick had seen nudity before. Even before the unicorn had become the girl he had known, naked and pure and new to the world. Before he had known Molly, and the strength and softness of her body. But there was a rather large field of difference between the intimacy of a lover, or the familiarity of a daughter (which he and Molly had privately thought of Amalthea, unspoken but known between them), and the nakedness of the beautiful Queen of the Fey.
"Apologies, my lady," he said, taking his dripping hat in his hands, eyes lowered to the water. "No one... told me you were bathing." He cast a dark look back at the reeds, which twittered and swished their amusement.
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[OOC: omg sorry for the epic reply; bitch wouldn't shut up!]
Titania was silent through his whole tale, eyes wide. The tale gave her the strangest feelings, as though some parts she should really know, should remember. Others rung no bells at all. Curse the council; Carabosse had been right. They were all betrayed!
Titania swallowed. "There must be at least some truth to what she has said. If her wrists were as badly scarred as you say... only iron chains could have done that. Only long years in iron cuffs would have left so powerful a fey still scarred. The imprisonment must be true."
As for the relationship between Mabb and Oberon... That was where Titania had an inkling of memory, where she knew something had been erased. "If she were speaking the truth about herself and Oberon, then I expect our encounter will not be pleasant." To say the least. But it would happen, Titania had no doubt.
"And I don't doubt she was being truthful about this being the work of the council. Mabb is not the only one to have said so, to have laid blame at their feet. She will continue to kill, of this I am certain. Likely she's already found another. There are few left who can answer questions. I must find one of them before she's slain them all."
Titania turned then and moved to the edge of the pool, to climb out. Moth and Mustardseed immediately came to her side, clothing her in a drying robe. "You have given me invaluable information, Schmendrick. And for that I will do the same for you." A mutual exchange. It was fair.
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It wasn't an easy story, not by any means. Schmendrick had never told it to anyone.
"She won't find Molly," he said softly. "Molly's gone on to a place not even she can travel."
For a long period of time, he was silent, a blank face staring into the water. Then he began to speak. "My tale is about the Lady Amalthea, but also of myself, and a woman named Molly Grue. It begins with me and ends with me, but it is their story as well." Schmendrick closed his eyes again and continued to speak.
"When I was a child, long, long ago, I was apprenticed to the greatest wizard of all time, a man named Nikos. Nikos could tell I had the gift for magic, but not the aptitude, and so, fearing that I would die before I ever came into my power, he placed a spell on me that I should live, immortal and unaging, until my magic was finally released to me. And so for a long, foolish time I was immortal, clumsily walking the world, seeking magic in anyplace I could hope to find it.
"Even, I am ashamed to admit, with the frauds. Mommy Fortuna's Midnight Carnival was that - frauds and illusions. But her magic was there, even if only based on illusion and belief. Only two things were real. A harpy she had managed to capture while it slept, and the unicorn." A great sigh escaped the magician at the memory, remembering clearly the beauty of the unicorn as she had slept in the grass. "I helped her. Freed her from the cold iron bars of Mommy Fortuna's cage. And in return, I asked if I could accompany her on her travels. I learned that she was looking for King Haggard and his dreaded Red Bull, as a butterfly had told her he had rounded up all the unicorns. All but her. She was the last.
"On our travel to King Haggard's kingdom, we met Molly." Schmendrick stopped here, eyes opening and watching the water. Silent, silent, for so long it was questionable if he would continue. But continue he did, abruptly.
"She invited herself along with us. I never understood why the unicorn allowed her to come along. I still don't. But we went on, and found our way to King Haggard's castle.
"It was the Bull we didn't expect. The Red Bull, who had rounded up all the unicorns of the world for Haggard's bidding. As we neared the castle, the Bull came with the sunset, and chased the unicorn, trying to herd her as well. In that moment, Molly cried to me, and I... called upon my magic. When the spell was spoken, there was no unicorn on the ground, but a girl, with white skin and hair, so beautiful and fresh and new it hurt to look upon her. That was the birth of the girl I named the Lady Amalthea. In human guise, we continued to the castle. And there, the story played itself out.
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Schmendrick sighed. "The dashing young prince fell in love with the strange and beautiful lady. The sorry magician peddled his poor tricks to the dreary king. Molly and I searched for any clues of the unicorns, and Amalthea grew more and more human as the days went on. Until she too, loved the good prince, and came to forget who and what she was. When we finally found the way to the Red Bull's lair, our quest was nearly halted. The girl wanted to remain Amalthea, and love the prince. But the Bull knew her now, and no human form would fool him this time. My power came when I called, this time and then on, and I transformed her back into a unicorn. And still, the Red Bull all but had her... until Prince Lir gave his life to defend her. When the Bull killed him, the unicorn turned and attacked. She drove the Bull into the sea, and the unicorns were free from their watery prison. They fled, all but one, who remained to bring the fallen Prince back to life."
The wizard sighed. "I spoke to her but once more after that. I thought it a dream at the time. She said she would try to go home, but I do not know if she was able. I prayed she was. I prayed that I might never see her again, for if I did, it would mean she was a wanderer, and that is no life for a unicorn. Molly stayed by my side from that day on, but Molly..." His voice faltered again. "It was a fever. None of my power could help her. And I though... if she would come for anyone, anyone at all, it would be for Molly Grue. But she never came, and I buried Molly in the place where she had first met the unicorn."
He seemed to return to himself a bit, eyes regaining focus, and even turning slightly towards Titania. "I have seen many wonders since those days, and performed many of my own. But I have never again seen the unicorn - my unicorn, if such a statement can dare be uttered, or any other." A faint smile flickered across his lips. "I think Molly loved her more than I, but I do the best I can. More of my love was given to Molly instead. But no matter where I went or what I did, I did what I thought the unicorn would have liked. I don't know if I shall please her. I never thought I would learn."
He looked away again, that moment of awareness turning back inwards. "I hope I would please her. I hope I will not be foolish. But I am more frightened of her than of Mabb."
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Schmendrick story was not short, and it was not unusual for a fey to grow disinterested before such a long story reached its conclusion. But Titania was interested, rapt even, and she watching with almost solemn eyes as the magician spoke. "I have lived for more years than most can imagine, dear Schmendrick, even more so than your immortality has granted you so far. And yet I have never come across such a story as thing, such emotions as this, and I fear I may have little to offer you in the way of words of comfort, save this: You truly loved, still love, the woman, the unicorn, whatever is is was and will be. One should never, never fear anyone they love. That much I know."
She waded back into the water towards him, reached out and took his hands in hers. "I think you will please her. I think all she wants right now, in the strange world she does not know, if to find a friend, someone familiar, and someone she cares deeply for. If Molly is gone, and I'm truly sorry she is, if you two were happy together, then right now in this world, you are all she has. Worry not about about how she will see you. Instead, just see her, and love her again."
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