The Feywilds

Araavos and Fernessa arrive in the Feywilds.

Okay..(takes a shaky breath. clearly nervous)....Let's go...

slides in front of you, as if gliding on air, and places his hand on your chest, right where his symbol is Wait. something's bothering you, what is it?

...I'm terrified! After knowing what I know now, everything I say could be a risk!....I don't want the vision of everything in ruin to happen!...But what if being worried at all causes that to happen?!?...What if he kills me because I might get in the way?!?...What if-- (just continues to spiral)

hugs you Sweetheart. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You trust me don't you?

Of course I trust you! But there's so many things that could go wrong!

Then calm down, relax, and lets go. It's going to be alright. I'm here.

(nods) Okay...(takes a breath) Okay, let's go...(walks towards her family home)

Takes her hand and follows her

(knocks on door)

The sturdy wooden door creaks open, revealing Trevor, Fernessa's father, a middle-aged elven man with weathered features and a hint of sorrow in his eyes. As soon as he sees Araavos, his countenance changes. He quickly drops to one knee, bowing his head in humble submission. Trevor: (in a respectful tone) "My lord Araavos, I am honored by your presence. Please, have mercy on this humble abode." Trevor slowly stands, still casting glances of reverence towards Araavos. Trevor: "Forgive me, my lord. How may I be of service to you?" Araavos nods in acknowledgment, and Trevor steps aside to allow Araavos and Fernessa to enter the family home.

Relax Trevor. I am not here for you, but my wife is.

Trevor's eyes widen in shock as he turns to Fernessa, his daughter, realizing the gravity of the revelation. Trevor: "Fernessa? Is it true? Are you... married to Araavos?"

(takes a step back) Yes...Is that a problem?...

Trevor observes Fernessa's reaction, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on his shoulders. His gaze flickers with a mix of emotions — surprise, sadness, and a hidden layer of pain. Trevor: (softly) "No, my dear. It's not a problem. It's just... unexpected. I never knew." He takes a moment to collect himself, concealing the deeper turmoil within. Trevor: "But you didn't come to discuss this, did you? What is it that you wanted to speak with me about?"

Maybe privately?...(subtly guestures to her mother and sister)

Trevor senses the gravity of Fernessa's request. He nods understandingly, aware that certain matters might be better discussed away from prying ears. Trevor: (with a forced smile) "Of course, my dear. Let's find a more private space. Terra, Bluebelle, please excuse us for a moment." He leads Fernessa away from the curious gazes of her mother and sister, his heart heavy with the burden of secrets and the ache of a past he cannot fully share with his family.

Okay...So...about your um...secret?...I wanted to ask...How can I help?...and would it be risky if Mom knew?...

Trevor's eyes reflect a mixture of gratitude and sadness as Fernessa broaches the topic of his hidden past. He takes a deep breath, preparing to share a burden he's long shouldered alone. Trevor: (softly) "Thank you for your concern, Fernessa. I appreciate your willingness to help. But, revealing the truth to your mother could endanger not only her but all of us. The council's version of events is a carefully crafted lie, and challenging it would have consequences." He pauses, his gaze shifting to a distant place. Trevor: "As much as I wish I could tell her, it would shatter her world and potentially put her at risk. Some secrets, my dear, are better left buried for the safety of those we love. At least for now."

(hugs him tightly) I just want to help however I can...

Trevor reciprocates Fernessa's tight hug, a silent acknowledgment of her sincerity. He pulls back slightly to look into her eyes, a mix of love and determination in his gaze. Trevor: (softly) "You're already helping, Fernessa, by carrying this burden with me. But if you truly want to make a difference, consider talking to your friends, your family. Gauge their feelings about the council, see if any of them miss the old ways. Gather information discreetly, and let me know what you find." His voice lowers as he reveals a hint of his true intentions. Trevor: "I'm working towards a peaceful resolution, to restore the Feywild to the way it was. But I need allies, information, and support. Violence is a last resort. We must tread carefully and wisely to bring about the change we seek."

I will talk to them...but that brings another question...

Trevor, still holding Fernessa at arm's length, looks at her with a mixture of anticipation and concern. Trevor: "What is it, my dear? You can ask anything. We're in this together."

The Archdruid Axel...She's not from the Feywild, and most likely has nothing to do with this...What do we do with her?...

Trevor's gaze reflects a hint of uncertainty at the mention of Axel. He takes a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully. Trevor: "Axel is an outsider to the Feywild, and you're right; she might not be involved in all this. I advise caution. Get close to her, feel her out. See where her loyalties lie, but do it discreetly. We don't want to tip our hand too soon. If she proves trustworthy, she could become a valuable ally. If not, we'll need to navigate that carefully." He places a hand on Fernessa's shoulder, a gesture of reassurance. Trevor: "Remember, my dear, in times like these, allies can be found in unexpected places. Just tread carefully and trust your instincts."

We're married to the same person...We've been close...She's trustworthy, beliee me...She also can't lie. It's part of a blessing given to her by Chauntea herself...

Trevor's eyes widen in astonishment at Fernessa's revelation. The complexity of the situation unfolds before him, and he takes a moment to process the unexpected connection. Trevor: (whispering) "Araavos has woven quite a complex tapestry, it seems. I had no idea about Axel's connection, nor the blessings she carries. It changes things." He furrows his brow, contemplating the implications of these intertwined relationships. Trevor: "If she's trustworthy, then our path becomes more intricate, but potentially stronger. Keep her close, Fernessa, and let her become a bridge between worlds. But be cautious, always."

Perhaps I couldtalk to her?...

Trevor nods, acknowledging Fernessa's suggestion. Trevor: "Yes, talk to her. Share what you're comfortable with, and see where her allegiance lies. Her unique abilities might offer us insights into navigating the complexities ahead. Just remember, my dear, trust your instincts and be vigilant. Our hopes for a peaceful resolution may rest on the alliances we forge."

Okay. How long will you be in the area? Because I can report back after talking to Axel

Trevor considers the question, his mind focused on the intricate web of plans and alliances. Trevor: "I'll be in the area for a while, but time is of the essence. Gather what information you can from Axel, and when you feel it's the right moment, share it with me. We'll assess our next steps together. Just remember to be discreet, my dear. We don't want to reveal our intentions prematurely."

Alright..I'm glad I got to talk to you...It eased some of my original fears...

Trevor offers a warm smile, appreciating the trust Fernessa has placed in him. Trevor: "I'm glad we had this chance to talk as well, my dear. You don't have to carry your burdens alone. Now, tell me, what were your original fears? I want to understand and support you in any way I can."

(she tears up) At the carnival, I was given a vision...Everything in ruins...I'm standing in what was once the beautiful and colorful Feywild....now just a bigger Shadowfell...

Trevor's heart sinks at Fernessa's revelation. He reaches out, gently wiping away a tear from her cheek, his own eyes reflecting a deep sadness. Trevor: (softly) "I understand, my dear. The Feywild is our home, and the vision you saw is a haunting possibility. But visions are not absolute truths. We have the power to shape our destiny and prevent such a grim future. Together, we'll work to ensure that the Feywild remains the vibrant and enchanting realm it was meant to be." He holds Fernessa close, offering comfort in the face of the foreboding vision that lingers in both their minds.

(she smiles a little) Thank you...(she returns the hug)

Trevor leads Fernessa to the dining room, where a warm, inviting atmosphere surrounds a table set for lunch. Terra, his wife, and Bluebelle, his other daughter, are already seated. Trevor: "Please, have a seat, Fernessa. Join us for a meal." Terra smiles warmly, gesturing for Fernessa to take a seat. Terra: "It's wonderful to have you home, dear. How have you been?" Bluebelle looks up from her plate, curiosity bright in her eyes. Bluebelle: "Yeah, how was the carnival? Did you bring back any interesting stories?"

...Let's not talk about the carnival...(sits down) But it's good to be home after a while...

Terra, sensing Fernessa's hesitation, shifts the conversation with a motherly concern. Terra: "Of course, my dear. We can talk about whatever you're comfortable with. We're just glad to have you back home. Now, let's enjoy this meal together." She serves a bit of everything onto Fernessa's plate, a gesture of love and comfort. Bluebelle: "Yeah, and I've been working on a new potion. I can't wait to show you! It's got a touch of spring magic." Bluebelle's enthusiasm fills the air as the family settles in for a meal, a momentary reprieve from the weight of the secrets they carry.

Of course! So, what'd you make, Mom? (smiles)

Terra beams at Fernessa's question, proud of her culinary efforts. Terra: "I prepared your favorite, dear – Elven mushroom risotto with a hint of Feywild herbs. I thought it would be a fitting welcome-home meal." She places a heaping serving on Fernessa's plate, her eyes reflecting warmth and maternal love. Terra: "Dig in, and tell me how it tastes. Your father and Bluebelle have been quite the eager taste-testers." Bluebelle grins, nodding in agreement with a mouthful of food.

(Excited noises) Thank You!! (starts eating)

Terra, seizing a moment while Fernessa is engrossed in her meal, directs her attention to Araavos. Terra: "Araavos, dear, it's been a while since the wedding. We've been meaning to catch up, but life has its way of keeping us busy. How have you been, and how does it feel being married to our Fernessa?" She smiles warmly, genuine curiosity in her eyes, though unaware of the complexities that their union carries.

It's been wonderful. She's unique, caring, sometimes timid, But a lovely individual. You've raised an amazing daughter. You should be proud. I know I'm proud to have her.

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Araavos' words resonate with sincerity as he speaks of Fernessa. Terra's eyes soften with a mother's pride, and she smiles warmly. Terra: "Thank you, Araavos. Your kind words mean a lot to us. Fernessa has always been a special soul. We're glad she found someone who appreciates her uniqueness." She glances at Trevor, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. The complexities of Araavos' divine nature remain veiled from Terra's perception. Terra: "If there's anything you two need, don't hesitate to let us know. We're family now, and family looks out for one another."

As they should. (he smiles warmly)

Terra returns Araavos' warm smile, a sense of familial connection evident in the atmosphere. Terra: "Indeed. We're delighted to have you as part of our family, Araavos. Enjoy the meal, and if there's anything you'd like to share or discuss, we're here." The family continues their meal, the dining room filled with the warmth of shared moments and unspoken bonds.

Araavos has been amazing. I'm lucky to have him.

Terra's eyes sparkle with joy at Fernessa's words. Terra: "We can see that, my dear. It warms our hearts to see you both so happy. May your love continue to grow and bring you boundless joy." She reaches over, giving Fernessa's hand a reassuring squeeze, grateful for the happiness Araavos has brought into their daughter's life. The family shares a moment of quiet contentment, the complexities of their intertwined destinies temporarily set aside.

You didn't approve of my ex. (laughs. referring to Astarion.) I'm just glad there's no issues with Araavos.

Terra's expression tightens slightly at the mention of Astarion. She takes a deep breath, suppressing any lingering distaste for the vampire. Terra: "Well, dear, I had my concerns about Astarion, but that's all in the past. What matters now is that you're with someone who brings out the best in you. Araavos seems like a good match for you, and that's what's important." She forces a smile, concealing any deeper emotions stirred by the mention of Fernessa's ex-lover. The past, at least in this regard, is something best left behind.

Bluebelle I have something for you. I know how much you love your garden. So I prepared some special soil It's out in the garden. Use this soil and your plants will be more vibrant than ever before, and no crop shall die. It's a little something for being such a good sister to Fernessa.

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Bluebelle's eyes light up at Araavos' thoughtful gesture. She's always cherished her garden, and the promise of soil that could enhance its vibrancy delights her. Bluebelle: "Really? That's amazing! Thank you so much, Araavos. I can't wait to try it out. Fernessa's lucky to have you, and so am I." She looks at Fernessa, a grin on her face, then turns back to Araavos. Bluebelle: "I'll go check it out right after lunch. This is the best gift ever!" Bluebelle's excitement is infectious, and the family shares a moment of genuine happiness, appreciating the bonds that have been woven between them.

> Terra's expression tightens slightly at the mention of Astarion. She takes a deep breath, suppressing any lingering distaste for... @Narrator (@Solidus) - jump Ehhh, not entirely. We're still close. No hard feelings between us.

Fernessa's words bring a subtle tension to the air. Terra, though trying to maintain composure, can't fully hide the skepticism in her gaze. Terra: "Sweetheart, I've always had your best interests at heart. Trust your mother's instincts. Regardless of your current closeness, I stand by what I felt. Astarion is not someone who should hold a significant place in your life. You deserve someone who brings positivity and genuine happiness." Her tone carries a mother's concern, the protective instinct that often comes with parenthood. The unspoken message lingers, emphasizing her reservations about Astarion, no matter the current circumstances.

I know...But Astarion is nice and he does care....just...cares about himself more...

Terra nods understandingly, her desire to protect her daughter evident in her gaze. Terra: "I appreciate your understanding, dear. Let's focus on the present and the positive relationships in your life. Araavos seems to be someone who cares deeply for you, and that's what matters most." Trevor, feeling the discomfort of the topic, interjects to shift the conversation. Trevor: "Indeed. Let's enjoy the rest of this meal together. Bluebelle, have you thought about where you'd like to use the special soil Araavos brought?" Bluebelle, seizing the opportunity to redirect, eagerly begins discussing her gardening plans, and the family transitions to lighter topics.

We turned the pond at the adventure's hall into a fae garden. It's like a minature feywild.

Fernessa's eyes light up with enthusiasm as she shares the details of the miniature Feywild garden they've created at the adventure's hall. Terra smiles, genuinely pleased to see Fernessa's passion for creating enchanting spaces. Terra: "That sounds absolutely charming, dear. I'd love to see it sometime." The family continues the conversation, now immersed in the joyous details of the Feywild-inspired garden, leaving the discomfort of the past behind.

Why don't you? I'd love if you came to the adventure's hall sometime.

Terra considers Fernessa's invitation, a warm smile crossing her face. Terra: "That sounds like a wonderful idea, dear. I'd love to see the Feywild garden you've created. Perhaps we could plan a visit soon." The prospect of exploring the miniature Feywild garden seems to bring a spark of anticipation to the family, shifting the conversation toward shared experiences and the joy of being together.

Well, whenever you're available for a little while. I know you can be busy. You were always the hard worker growing up.

Terra's eyes soften at Fernessa's acknowledgment of her hard work. Terra: "Thank you, dear. I appreciate that. Whenever you're ready for a visit, just let us know. Your father and Bluebelle would love to see it too, I'm sure."

Terra glances at Fernessa and Araavos, a warm smile on her face. Terra: "Are you both planning to stay the night? Your old room is just as you left it, Fernessa. It would be lovely to have you home." Bluebelle chimes in with enthusiasm. Bluebelle: "Yes! We can stay up late, like the old times! Tell stories, play games – it'll be so much fun!" The prospect of a cozy family night seems to fill the air with a sense of nostalgia and anticipation. The decision rests with Fernessa and Araavos.

I'm ready when you all are. I'm not doing anything anytime soon. And I'd love to stay over! Who would turn down a sleepover at their parents's for a night?

Terra's eyes light up at Fernessa's willingness to stay, a motherly joy evident in her expression. Terra: "That's wonderful, dear. We'd be delighted to have you both stay. Your old room is all set for you. It'll be a cozy night filled with stories and laughter, just like old times." Bluebelle beams, excited at the prospect of a family sleepover. Bluebelle: "Yes! It's going to be so much fun!" The family continues their meal, now looking forward to the shared warmth of the evening ahead.

Whatever you want sweetheart.

You sure you want to say, Araavos? You can go to the demiplane...(she says. feeling a little bad for wanting to stay over)

And miss out on all the fun? Not a chance. he conjures his pajamas, star patterns dancing accross them mimicing the sky above you I'm staying too.

Terra's face lights up with joy at their decision. Terra: "That's splendid! We'll make sure you feel right at home. Now, let's all gather in the living room. We can share stories and enjoy a cozy evening together." The family moves to the living room, anticipation building for a night of shared warmth and laughter.

(goes to living room) I'd love to share stories.

Fernessa makes her way to the living room, excitement evident in her eyes. Trevor: "How about you kick things off, Fernessa? Share a story with us. It's been a while since we've had one of your enchanting tales." The family settles into the cozy living room, eager to hear Fernessa's storytelling once again.

Oh, I don't have any new interesting ones.

Trevor chuckles, playfully encouraging Fernessa to share. Trevor: "Come now, Fernessa, whether it's from your adventures, married life, or the lively halls of the Adventurer's Hall, you must have some tales to share. We're all ears." Bluebelle joins in with a mischievous grin. Bluebelle: "Yeah, spill the enchanting details! I'm sure there's a treasure trove of stories waiting to be told." They all share a lighthearted moment, eager to hear about the various tales Fernessa might weave from her diverse experiences.

I guess I can talk about my first day in Ravenhold. It's quite funny.

The family settles in, eager to hear Fernessa's tale. Trevor leans back with a smile, ready to enjoy the story. Trevor: "First days are always memorable. Please, do share. We're all ears." Bluebelle grins, excited to hear about Fernessa's experiences in Ravenhold. The living room is filled with an anticipatory atmosphere.

Well, as I've told you, I was on a ship that crashed on Ravenhold Shores. That's where I met Shad and some lich guy...I still never learned his name...Anyway, we go to the church and get some food and some old clothes. But the the lich disappers! But then we find a new guy. An orc named Thokk. He was sweet, but kind of stupid. He destroyed a good chunk of the church and got us all banned. Then he picked a fight with some other orcs and got jumped by them all at once and was ripped apart! While Shad had an orgy with 10 goblins who later snuck away with all his money! That's also the night I met Astarion for the first time, but that's another story.

Trevor listens with a mix of amusement and concern as Fernessa unfolds her tale. Bluebelle bursts into laughter at the unexpected twists, thoroughly entertained. Trevor: "Sounds like quite the eventful first day. Meeting a lich, an orc named Thokk causing chaos, and Shad's... interesting encounter. And Astarion making an entrance as well! It's like a tale spun by Chauntea herself." Bluebelle wipes away tears of laughter. Bluebelle: "That's better than any adventure I've ever heard! And you say this is just the first day? I can't wait to hear about the rest!" The living room is filled with laughter, the family reveling in the shared joy of Fernessa's storytelling.

excuses himself for a moment to step outside

Well what else you wanna hear?

Trevor considers for a moment, a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes. Trevor: "How about a tale from your adventures with Araavos? Something that captures the magic of your journey together." Bluebelle eagerly adds, "Or perhaps a story from the Feywild? Those always had the most enchanting creatures and places." The family leans in, ready for another captivating tale from Fernessa's rich tapestry of experiences.

Sorry about that. Rilith needed me for a question. What did I miss?

Not much, Honey. What did she want?

Not appropriate for a family discussion.

I guess I could share a story about Araavos and I...but it's a little sad...

Trevor nods understandingly, a gentle encouragement in his expression. Trevor: "Sometimes, the most poignant tales carry the deepest meaning. We're here to listen, my dear. Share what you're comfortable with." Bluebelle looks at Fernessa with a supportive smile, eager to hear the story, even if it carries a touch of sadness. The living room becomes a space of openness and understanding.

Well, my group decided to plan to go to a bandit camp to rescue a noble. But I got glimpse of the camp from Araavos...I freaked out seeing so any enemies to fight that I spent a good while in the fae garden panicking. Araavos comforted me whwn Astarion should've...that's how our relashionship started...

The room falls into a reflective hush as Fernessa shares the intimate details of how her relationship with Araavos began. Trevor listens with a mix of empathy and paternal pride, while Bluebelle's eyes soften with understanding. Trevor: "Sometimes, it's in the moments of vulnerability that true connections are forged. Araavos has a comforting presence, it seems. A foundation built on understanding and support is a strong one." Bluebelle nods, acknowledging the emotional weight of the story. The room holds a quiet reverence for the shared moments of Fernessa's journey.

I'm still thankful he was there...I most likely would have spent the whole night having a panic attack...

Trevor places a reassuring hand on Fernessa's shoulder, a silent affirmation of the gratitude and understanding that flows between them. Trevor: "Having someone who can provide comfort in challenging moments is a gift. It's evident that Araavos cares deeply for you. And I'm grateful, too, that he was there to offer support when you needed it." The room is filled with a shared appreciation for the strength found in connection and the importance of having a supportive partner on life's journey.

(smiles a little) Thank you..

Trevor returns Fernessa's smile with a warm one of his own. Trevor: "You're welcome, my dear. It's a pleasure to hear your stories and share these moments together. Now, if anyone else has a tale or something they'd like to share, feel free." The living room remains a space of comfort and connection, the echoes of shared stories creating a tapestry of family warmth.

Why don't you share one, Araavos?

And ruin the fun of your family gathering? I will do no such thing. You all have fun.

Well who else has one?

I'll be back sweetheart.

Where you going?

Just saying goodnight to the girls.

Oh! How'd it go?

Rilith has a new friend. I got a sense they want me to stay, but I told them I was yours tonight.

(blushes and smiles) Aww. It's okay, you can say hi to her friend. I'll still be here. You can teleport anyway.

Neither her nor Rilith asked me to. But it's good to know you're so understanding. If they call I will consider it, so long as you're okay with it.

Of course I am. As long as you come back.

Of course I would Lillypad. Why would you even question it?

But I believe I will go have a soak. No offence but the tubs here, can hardly compete.

Returns to the Faewilds with Fernessa