[there's no sense of what he should do, really - but it doesn't feel wrong to reach out to the little guy. maybe he gets the impression that he could help, that he could ask his parents for help. that's always his first go to, at this age. mum and dad will know what to do.
the kitty darts off and away, actually! back to the house. and the fox doesn't try to get away, but it does look hesitant.
and then, quietly it speaks!]
Not hurt?
[or rather, it makes a yipping sound, and he understands it.]
[ internally he thinks this is deeply cool. can karlach talk to animals? she's already cool but this is like ten extra points. DOES SHE TALK TO SCRATCH?
anyway short attention span aside, he shakes his head, holding out both hands, and tries to talk back. yip yip ] No! No, I won't hurt you. I'm... I want to help you. Can I help you?
[it leans into the scritches... something about him is comforting.
but he can head back to the house! it's easy to just wander back, and he'll discover that it is early enough in the morning that his mother is making breakfast - she's always liked to get up with the dawn. which way does rondo come in from, the front door? or through the window?]
[ big warm heart energy!!! its the karlach energy.
anyway if the window is shorter and he can get through it without hurting the fox, then he will just wobble back through the window. otherwise, he will go to the front door and knock like a good boy. considerate and polite (?) ]
[the window is sort of high up and i think it's really funny that he snuck out of his own house at like five in the morning and came back to knock politely on his own door, so he does this
and his mother comes to answer the door in confusion and immediately, in a somewhat shocked, scolding mom voice:]
Karlach Cliffgate. What exactly do you think you're doing outside - why do you have - in! In the house!
[ oh he's so instantly scolded by this the mom voice is so effective but he
holds up his package once he has waddled safely inside. look at it shows her the fox like simba. it's weird to be karlach but he has also been karlach this entire time and is into this larping (and also worried about this fox that is not real)
holds baby out like simba]
He was crying, and - look, he's injured. Can we help him?
[she looks a little huffy, his mother, but she's a very kind and no-nonsense woman, and it's very obvious right off the bat that she is scolding because she's worried, not because she's mad.
a beat, as she stares at the fox, and then she sighs.]
You're going to get yourself in trouble with that protective streak, you little snot, you. [she says, but it's warmer.] We can. Let's go get your father, hm?
[the fox wriggles, whining, and Mum reaches to tap the fox on the nose. instantly it settles back down.]
[ boy, that's an understatement. distantly, it reminds rondo of his own mother - lady ravus was kindhearted and knew deeply of the ravus family fate, but she'd still pinch his cheek when he excitedly talked about learning how to protect the house with his swordsmanship skills at barely five or six. the part of him that is very much him through this feels very fond, and he adjusts the little fox in his arms when she boops it, watching with slight awe as it settles. ]
She's really good, huh. [ he says to the fox, quietly awed, and then nods.
[the fox flops in rondo's arms, tail swishing back and forth. apparently mum is very good at animal handling checks.
off they go! dad is out in the garden, brushing sweat from his forehead as he chops firewood. when he sees the two of them, he puts the axe down and sort of half-grins like he's instinctively excited to see them, before remembering that he's supposed to probably be stern.]
Oi, what have you gotten into this time? [he asks, a touch exasperated, and mum gives him a little smile and a kiss on the cheek.]
[ cute... this is so cute. it's not an unfamiliar situation at all - though lord ravus would probably never chop firewood - but this is the kind of loving home that rondo grew up in, too. he's very comfortable in this peaceful little moment from karlach's life, watching her parents be cute, and then
presents baby like simba: ]
I snuck outside because I heard it crying and I rescued it. [ amazing. ] Look, it's hurt. Can we help it?
[karlach, the only character i play who has happy and loving parents who loved her]
Why am I not surprised... [dad says, but he can't hide the amusement.]
Yeah all right. Bring it here. You watch close now. [and dad gestures for rondo to come close, crouching down. when presented with this fox, who starts squirming again, dad reaches out and puts his fingers on the injured paw.
the fox makes a growly sound, but dad ignores him, and murmurs something that sounds magical.
there's a flash of light, brief - and the fox's paw is healed for a couple points. healing word, baybeee. the fox goes ???, and then:]
[ pure... the lick gets him to laugh - he never got to have pets growing up, either! and he carefully sets the fox down. ]
Goodbye! Good luck! [ bark bark bark. and then he beams up at karlach's parents, feeling the warmth of a house full of love, warmth for karlach, and warmth for knowing people's lives are made up of little moments like these, little kindnesses. ]
Thank you, Father. [ karlach probably does not say that but thats ok. ]
[the fox zooms off, as an animal with absolutely no sense of gratitude does.
but dad just looks amused at what rondo says, and scoops him up, hoisting him up like a sack of potatoes. he's probably getting a little too big for dad to do this, but there's a sense of delight, anyway.]
Father, huh? You too old for daddy, now? That it?
[blows a raspberry against the side of his head, like a goof.]
It's time for breakfast, little K.
[and he carries you back into the house - as the memory ends with this, twenty years later.]
as rondo returns back to his own reality - blinking back what feel briefly like tears - he's left for a second to contend with all of those big, heavy emotions. it's funny. he's had a lot in common with karlach since the beginning, and even here, it resonates deeply in his heart. his emotions flicker between them, a sense of overwhelming, undeniable gratitude and warmth, affection and familiar love, and something a little sad, too, something nostalgic and tinged just bittersweet. he hasn't been back to visit his parents graves' in years, after all.
the story of a loving family, of the way death takes them, but most of all - what resonates is the familiar feeling of a warm home like a hearth, and rondo lets out a little laugh as he exhales outwards, looking down at his own gloved hands, and then over at karlach. ]
...I think... without question, that's the best one of those I've had. [ memory share, that is. he reaches up to rub at one eye, briefly, still smiling. ] What a wonderful house you grew up in, Karlach.
[she's kind of just sitting, breathing it in. it's been a while since she's seen them, or even remembered that particular memory. silence, for a moment, and then:]
I loved them. [and they loved her, and she knew it. it's why she is who she is now.] Gods, I miss them a lot.
Seeing them, I think... it says a lot about who you are. It makes a lot of sense.
[ there's a huge difference between a life full of love and a life without one. rondo grew up with the former, too - having good, wonderful role models in your life, even if they're taken from you, matters. people who are kind and loving are the best family of all. ]
[ he's going to say something along the lines of i don't think its your fault you got kidnapped, you know but it's saturday of endgame day so the fog decides no, it's time for a memshare!
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
the kitty darts off and away, actually! back to the house. and the fox doesn't try to get away, but it does look hesitant.
and then, quietly it speaks!]
Not hurt?
[or rather, it makes a yipping sound, and he understands it.]
no subject
anyway short attention span aside, he shakes his head, holding out both hands, and tries to talk back. yip yip ] No! No, I won't hurt you. I'm... I want to help you. Can I help you?
no subject
the fox hunches down, watching him warily.]
How?
[how help!!]
no subject
[ his gut instinct says, immediately, and he nods to himself. ] They can help with your foot. And I can carry you there so you don't have to walk.
[ holding out his lil red hands... ]
I promise.
no subject
no subject
and then starts waddling off towards the house again with his new bundle in his arms. moooommmmmmmm.... dad...... where are you...... ]
no subject
but he can head back to the house! it's easy to just wander back, and he'll discover that it is early enough in the morning that his mother is making breakfast - she's always liked to get up with the dawn. which way does rondo come in from, the front door? or through the window?]
no subject
anyway if the window is shorter and he can get through it without hurting the fox, then he will just wobble back through the window. otherwise, he will go to the front door and knock like a good boy. considerate and polite (?) ]
no subject
and his mother comes to answer the door in confusion and immediately, in a somewhat shocked, scolding mom voice:]
Karlach Cliffgate. What exactly do you think you're doing outside - why do you have - in! In the house!
no subject
holds up his package once he has waddled safely inside. look at it shows her the fox like simba. it's weird to be karlach but he has also been karlach this entire time and is into this larping (and also worried about this fox that is not real)
holds baby out like simba]
He was crying, and - look, he's injured. Can we help him?
no subject
a beat, as she stares at the fox, and then she sighs.]
You're going to get yourself in trouble with that protective streak, you little snot, you. [she says, but it's warmer.] We can. Let's go get your father, hm?
[the fox wriggles, whining, and Mum reaches to tap the fox on the nose. instantly it settles back down.]
no subject
[ boy, that's an understatement. distantly, it reminds rondo of his own mother - lady ravus was kindhearted and knew deeply of the ravus family fate, but she'd still pinch his cheek when he excitedly talked about learning how to protect the house with his swordsmanship skills at barely five or six. the part of him that is very much him through this feels very fond, and he adjusts the little fox in his arms when she boops it, watching with slight awe as it settles. ]
She's really good, huh. [ he says to the fox, quietly awed, and then nods.
obediently he is ready to follow to find dad!!! ]
no subject
off they go! dad is out in the garden, brushing sweat from his forehead as he chops firewood. when he sees the two of them, he puts the axe down and sort of half-grins like he's instinctively excited to see them, before remembering that he's supposed to probably be stern.]
Oi, what have you gotten into this time? [he asks, a touch exasperated, and mum gives him a little smile and a kiss on the cheek.]
Well. Go on, explain to Dad. [mum says, amused.]
no subject
presents baby like simba: ]
I snuck outside because I heard it crying and I rescued it. [ amazing. ] Look, it's hurt. Can we help it?
no subject
Why am I not surprised... [dad says, but he can't hide the amusement.]
Yeah all right. Bring it here. You watch close now. [and dad gestures for rondo to come close, crouching down. when presented with this fox, who starts squirming again, dad reaches out and puts his fingers on the injured paw.
the fox makes a growly sound, but dad ignores him, and murmurs something that sounds magical.
there's a flash of light, brief - and the fox's paw is healed for a couple points. healing word, baybeee. the fox goes ???, and then:]
Fixed? [looks up at rondo.]
no subject
Fixed?
[ only it's like a little fox yip in karlach's voice. very cute ]
no subject
it yips, and licks rondo's face.]
Fixed! [it says excitedly, squirming wildly. mum laughs, brushing her hands off on her apron as she heads back into the house. dad looks proud.]
You let it go now. We're not keeping it, we've already got your mother's little disaster running round the place.
[the cat, he means.]
no subject
Goodbye! Good luck! [ bark bark bark. and then he beams up at karlach's parents, feeling the warmth of a house full of love, warmth for karlach, and warmth for knowing people's lives are made up of little moments like these, little kindnesses. ]
Thank you, Father. [ karlach probably does not say that but thats ok. ]
no subject
but dad just looks amused at what rondo says, and scoops him up, hoisting him up like a sack of potatoes. he's probably getting a little too big for dad to do this, but there's a sense of delight, anyway.]
Father, huh? You too old for daddy, now? That it?
[blows a raspberry against the side of his head, like a goof.]
It's time for breakfast, little K.
[and he carries you back into the house - as the memory ends with this, twenty years later.]
no subject
as rondo returns back to his own reality - blinking back what feel briefly like tears - he's left for a second to contend with all of those big, heavy emotions. it's funny. he's had a lot in common with karlach since the beginning, and even here, it resonates deeply in his heart. his emotions flicker between them, a sense of overwhelming, undeniable gratitude and warmth, affection and familiar love, and something a little sad, too, something nostalgic and tinged just bittersweet. he hasn't been back to visit his parents graves' in years, after all.
the story of a loving family, of the way death takes them, but most of all - what resonates is the familiar feeling of a warm home like a hearth, and rondo lets out a little laugh as he exhales outwards, looking down at his own gloved hands, and then over at karlach. ]
...I think... without question, that's the best one of those I've had. [ memory share, that is. he reaches up to rub at one eye, briefly, still smiling. ] What a wonderful house you grew up in, Karlach.
no subject
I loved them. [and they loved her, and she knew it. it's why she is who she is now.] Gods, I miss them a lot.
But - yeah. I got lucky.
no subject
[ there's a huge difference between a life full of love and a life without one. rondo grew up with the former, too - having good, wonderful role models in your life, even if they're taken from you, matters. people who are kind and loving are the best family of all. ]
They'd be very proud of you, I'm sure.
no subject
[a little smile.]
Thanks.
no subject
a tale of two ravuses. ]