eachdraidh | Voice (Unseelie Network)

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Voice (Unseelie Network) | Voice (Hermione-net)

Unseelie Locket Network, voice

In light of the decree given by the Black Shuck, I am seeking to try and create a database of banshee sightings, to try and help get teams of people or individuals out to the exact location and to give them a hand. To that extent, if anyone is willing to volunteer where they’re interested in heading, so that a note of it might be made and more ground can be be covered by others checking to see if an area has been seen to, please let me know. The goal is to organize something useful, so that this can be done as completely as plausible.

Thank you in advance for your help, and I wish you luck in your endevours.

To Hermione-Net, voice

Hi all. To make a long story short, with the temporary lax standards the Shuck has forced our monarchs to to take, I’m temporarily allowing Unseelie and Seelie alike into the Barrel to try and get this banshee task attended to in the most concise manner possible. I’m trying to collect all possible sightings, and I’ll be happy to pass on spots to check out for anyone who’s interested in restoring their voices.

Obviously for everyone’s safety I’m going to ask that those of you making use of the Barrel try and not go too far astray from the task before us. However, if you need a place for final farewells, I’m not exactly going to stop you either.

Please let me know if you have questions, otherwise I do look forward to seeing a number of you for a final round of cooperation before we have to get back to killing each other.

[ooc: Please let me know what network you're replying on. Also Barrel link for all your cooperation needs!]

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We're good. I'm good, too.

[Waver frowns, not bothering to hide his concern.]

All right--

You know, if it's not busy now, I can stop by for a quick cuppa?

We're actually closing up, so we're as empty as can be.

...and with that, there's an owl at the window. Hoot?

[Waver doesn't hesitate to open the window, or to give the owl a smile.]

Hello you.

[ He hoots and hops through the open window. If Waver lets him, he'll nip and nibble at the cuff of his shirt. Isn't he the finest owl? Doesn't he eat the most voles? ]

[A very fine owl indeed. One that gets a very careful finger stroking along his chest, because well, it's there, and it looks so very soft.

There's no hesitation in carrying Harry down the steps into the house, the main room of the Barrel quite empty. Indeed, downstairs is far more lively. There's three toddlers, all girls, sitting with Scian as he reads to them, and three more have decided to fall over, asleep, where they are in a little play pen that's close to one of the windows.]

I think I may have to ask to put you down for a moment--

[ Harry puffs up and chitters with delight which, depending on your opinion of barn owls, is either delightful or faintly terrifying. Either way, he hops down onto the floor and neatly changes back. ]

'lo.

[Ah, that's the Harry he knows. Waver pauses for a moment and looks Harry over, if only to make sure there aren't any feathers sticking about.]

You have very lovely plumage, you know that?

Keep it up and I'll be pining for the fjords.

[ Is there anyone else in the Drabwurld that would get that joke? We just don't know. ]

Oh no, you don't get to be an ex-Harry any time soon. Not on my watch.

[Waver does. And that's what counts, right?

He grins over his shoulder, then walks over to the play pen. The three girls , all quite happy to be sleeping, share the same hair as Waver. The same jet black, and the same luster, and already wearing it far better than him. With a little grunt, Waver bends down, scooping two of them up.

He's become the king of balancing small children.]

Now dare I ask why you'd hesitate to pop over to my doorstep?

There are people on the compass network that won't obey any truce. I'm not guessing about that, but I know, they nearly went for me on Samhain. I held my tongue and temper and got away, but I don't want to risk bringing that here. Not when you've got such beautiful children.

[ Harry keeps his voice low so he doesn't wake the babies. ]

[Waver sighs, starting the walk down the corridor towards the girls' room.]

Why didn't you tell me about that when it happened?

[Waver's more hurt about that than anything else.]

I was ashamed. I was worried that what they said might've been right.

[ Harry gestures that he can carry the third sister so Waver doesn't need to make another trip. He's comfortable with children as well. ]

And they haven't spoken to me or come for me since.

[Waver mouths a little thank you for the extra hand, and it's sweet to see that Roxana doesn't seem to even care that someone who isn't family has picked her up.]

Who was it?

Korra, Mako, their child.

[ Harry can't help but smile at the way she's sleeping. Such a fine little girl. ]

They threatened me with all sorts of, ah, interesting things if I dared to speak to Hermione.

The assholes who destroyed Redgate.

[It is a correction, but one with venom. Waver doesn't bother to hide it either.]

If they took it upon themselves to do that without Hermione's permission, then shame on them for their self righteousness. They wouldn't be welcome here if they ever visited.

[Waver uses his foot to toe open the door to the girls' nursery, all green. Trees are painted in the walls, fake branches dangle down from the ceiling boasting mobiles of animals and painted leaves, the floor below looks like that of a vibrant forest. Six cribs are enchanted to change into the right size beds as the dryads grow, and the blankets are all a summer weight.]

[ Harry lets out a breath he'd been holding as he looks around the nursery. ]

You're a good father. These are lucky girls.

[ There's a weight to what he says. ]

Thank you. It's...an awful lot of guesswork.

[The weight is unmistakable, but Waver can't place why it's there. Still, Waver gets a smile, before Waver approaches one of the beds. This is the hard part, getting both girls down, and then only rising with one in his arms.]

All born out of messing up massively because of Reynard no less.

You seem to be doing well at it. I don't really know much about how to raise or care for children beyond the basics. Food, roof, clothes, don't lock them in things.

[ Harry gestures that he's not sure if the girls have assigned cribs. If Waver gives him some direction, he'll put her down wherever he suggests.
]

Second one in from your left.

[There we go. That's one in, all tucked in and safe, and up Waver goes, the second daughter still snug against his shoulder.]

I think that's as much as everyone knows. Dryads need more sun though. Part plant and all.

[Harry lays her down in the crib and makes sure she's still comfortably sleeping. It's funny, he adores children, but is completely convinced that he should never, ever even consider finding a partner to have one. Not here. Not now.]

Thank you, Waver.

You're welcome. And thank you for saving me a trip, I do appreciate it.

[Waver moves over to the next bed, putting the other girl down and tucking her in.]

Any time. You know that, don't you? Anything you need, I'm here.

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