Found Him

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Aria/Iona: Aria hid behind Iona’s legs as they stood on the edge of the crowd, watching the… conversation between the Chief and goat half breed. Iona kept an eye out on the half breed. “Did she say… Milae…” she mumbled to herself. Her sister looked up at her, concerned.
“Come on, Aria.” The Lindholm sisters slipped away from the crowd, following their target as he walked away from the plaza towards where Sven was. They waited until he was alone.
“Ex…” Iona said carefully, eyeing the blood dripping from him, “Excuse me…”
Yun Milae: Milae whipped his head to look over his shoulder, his hands jerking halfway up to his shoulders. His scars glowed briefly, but it died away as he lowered them a bit, hiding his arms in his cloak. “Yes?” he said tersely.
Iona/Aria: “Er…” Iona suddenly lost the words she was looking for as the light disappeared from him, “Uhm… are you…”
“Are you alright?” Aria shyly asked him, peeking from behind her sister.
Milae: Milae blinked at her, a little bemused by the question. He supposed he was covered in blood. How did he talk to children? It had been so long. “I am…alright, little one. This blood is not mine.” He looked up at the older of the half-breeds. “Can I help you in any way? I have things I need to take care of.”
Iona/Aria: Aria nodded a little doubtfully at his response. Iona’s ears twitched nervously. This man… she found him quite unsettling. What does Frigga want with him?
“Uhm… Are you… Milae, by chance?”
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“I am. Iona and Aria Lindholm, yes?”
Iona/Aria: Iona took a subconscious step back with her sister, “…yes.”
“How’d you know my name?” Aria piped up.
Milae: “I am familiar with the Rebellion.” He turned completely to face them, noting Iona’s discomfort and ignoring it. “Your mother is Maya, your father is Hunter, your aunt the Chief of the Stoic Hearts, but…you do not live close to Haligan at all.” He tipped his head to the side, his drenched hood swaying. “I assume the new uprising brings you here, as it does many others.” The fear of the moment was slowly pumping its way out of his body, replaced by his usual placid patience. He could leave if he needed to.
Iona/Aria: How the Hel does he know so much about us…
Iona shook her head. She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. She wasn’t expecting to run into Milae before meeting up with her grandfather, so she was doubtful of what to do, “No, we got a little lost. We’re… looking for someone.” 
Milae: Milae tapped the front of his leg with his hoof, tempted to activate his seal and loop to Grey’s home. “You believe I can be of assistance in locating them?” he asked.
Iona/Aria: “Mhm!” Aria replied for her sister, “‘You can for sure help us! Cus we’re looking for you!”
Milae: The tapping stopped.
“Are you, now?” he said musingly. He wondered why the tables had been turned when the two of them showed up, knowing his name. “May I ask what for?”
Iona/Aria: “We need your help!” Aria said in a friendly tone.
Iona put a hand on her head, “Someone named Frigga is looking for you.”
Milae: His hoof drifted to his scars and scratched absentmindedly as he gazed directly at Iona, his horizontal pupils a little unsettling in their unbroken stare. She’s dead. Benefit of the doubt.
“What need does this person have of me?” he said pleasantly. 
Iona/Aria: Iona expelled a long, shaky breath, trying to hold his stare, “We don’t know for sure. She needs your help to go back home, she said.”
Milae: Now Milae frowned, his brow furrowing as he looked slightly to the side while holding eye contact. “Forgive me, Iona, I don’t quite understand what you mean. A map could easily do that for her.” His stare challenged her to clarify.
Iona/Aria: “I don’t think a map is going to help her,” Iona blinked twice, “She needs you. She said she needs power.”
“Please help us,” Aria said worriedly, “If you don’t meet her, our daddy will never wake up.”
Milae: Milae mouthed a silent curse. Feathers rustled beside him.
“Hálvitinn þinn.” She sounded smug, but somber.
The pieces were starting to fall into place. Seidr. Porcelain dolls. Elohim, essaim. His eyes darted to Aria. 
“What happened to Hunter?” His voice was low. I knew he was tangled up in something.
Iona/Aria: “He won’t wake up,” Aria said sadly.
“Frigga showed up at our home, and took his soul,” Iona finally told him straight, “She wants us to bring you to her, and she will return it.”
Milae: He felt dizzy. Three, that made three now.
“I…I cannot do that,” he managed to say. “I am sorry. That is…a compromising position…for me.” He struggled with words; how could he ever explain all of this to these…these innocent pawns in the gods’ cruel game? 
“You don’t know what you’re stepping into.” Underneath his cloak, he moved his arms close just in case. The soft teal glow peeked through the slit in his cloak, ebbing back and forth in intensity. “We can search for an alternative solution. Not this.”
Iona/Aria: Iona watched the light appear before her. She balled her hands into fists, “Please…” she said, begging, “You’re right. I don’t know… We don’t know anything! We’re just kids! We don’t know what to do!”
She hugged her sister closer to her side, “When we left, my mother and my aunt… They looked so desperate. Aunt Akkey looked so defeated… I… I don’t know what else I can do other than to find you. She already swallowed Eir, if she does the same to my dad…”
Aria stared at him with wide eyes, “Won’t you help us?”
Milae: “Hush.” Milae extended his arms in a placating gesture, the glow lighting up the darkness between the two of them before fading again. At the very least, it didn’t seem like they were going to attempt to subdue him. That was something.
He rubbed the tips of his fingers against each other, thinking hard. Meeting Frigga, or anything of the sort, was out of the question. She was a witch, a snake; she would surely use some foul magic upon him, and then wreak havoc with her newfound power, however she planned to drain it from him. It was still hard to comprehend that she wanted to use him as a source. And it didn’t make sense. The mistress of seidr…
No, she was defeated, powerless. It had transferred. This, and an Eir–still alive, somehow–was a stepping stool. “How much time do you have?” he asked. “And did you swear yourselves to her at all?”
Iona/Aria: Iona shook her head, “No. Aunty Akkey kept us as far away from her as possible.”
“And there was no deadline, but I did hear her mumble to herself, something about ‘before time folded again’.” Her massive ears twitched.
Milae: “Hmm.” Milae twitched his own ears, listening intently. “Perhaps it is…” She drifted into silence and he scoffed a little to himself as she vanished into the night. Thank you, ever so much.
“Time folds,” he mumbled, “time folds, time folds…” He lowered his hooves. His priorities kept switching, the stakes kept mounting higher and higher and higher, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. “I…” He paused. The crowd was starting to filter around them as they headed back to their posts, and to bed. “I want to help,” he said quietly, “as this seems to…endanger both of us, now. But I will need time, and it seems Frigga has so graciously gifted us just that.”
Kettil: Kettil saw Iona talking to the goat half-breed and noticed she looked distressed… He also noticed that the goat seemed to be covered with blood which sent up some red flags, so he decided to head over. “Hey is everything alright over here guys?”
Iona/Aria: Iona turned abruptly at Kettil’s approach, “Uhh…” she glanced apprehensively towards Milae, “Y-yes, thank you Kettil. Aria…” she pulled her sister close, “was just worried about this man, being covered in blood and all.” She cleared her throat and adjusted her face back to its usual state, but her eyes were begging to the goat. Please help us.
Milae: “I assure you, I am fine.” He really needed to clean off. He met her eyes silently. I will. “Thank you for being concerned about me. And your aunt sounds wonderful; I would enjoy meeting her,” he said meaningfully.
Kettil: He squinted as he tried to remember. “You were talking to my aunt a moment ago weren’t you? It was hard to see through the crowd.” He explained.
Milae: “I was, if you consider the aunt your Chief.”
Kettil: Kettil quickly hugged the stranger ignoring the blood getting on him, he was used to it. “Thank you. I know you helped Sven. I don’t know how but still.” He quickly pulled himself off the poor half-breed and smiled.
Milae: Milae was a little shell-shocked; Kettil pulled away before he could reciprocate. “My…my pleasure. I will, however, need Sven to help me in return, so if there is something you require of me…”
Kettil: Kettil shook his head. “I should be saying that to you. We owe you so much, without you we would have never found Sven in time.”
Milae: “I know.” He wiped at his cheek, staring at the smudge of blood that now stained his hoof. “I may hold you to that, soon. Ah.” He made the noise as though he had just remembered something. “I believe Grey has need of you at the moment. It sounded urgent.”
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“Oh alright. I’ll go see what she needs then.” He said as he went over to talk to his Aunt.
Iona/Aria: The Lindholm sisters soberly watched their new friend walk away. Iona felt a little guilty for avoiding all of Kettil’s questions, but she tried to shake it off. It’s not something he needs to know.
She turned to Milae, “I will try to contact my Aunt as soon as possible, she would need to be updated. I…” she hesitated, before holding out a hand. The man wasn’t as bad as she thought, “I hope we can find another way.”
Milae: He held up a hoof to stop her. “Let me know where she is, currently. I can find her much faster than she is able to find me.”
Iona/Aria: “I’m… not sure,” her brows furrowed.
“She said she’s going to start with the villages around ours.” Aria said, “Around the Wilder South forests.”
Milae: “When was this?”
Iona/Aria: “A couple of weeks ago.” she replied.
Milae: “A couple of weeks.” Hopefully not during my meeting with Dario and Vox. “That is where I shall go,” he said decisively. “I shall speak with her then, and perhaps we can come up with a solution.” He dipped his head respectfully to the girls. “I will do what I can to assist.”
Iona/Aria: Iona nodded respectfully, and Aria came up to the half breed, “Thank you Mr. Milae! You’re a nice guy.”
Milae: With a small smile, Milae bent down to one hock to be at her height. “I do my best, Aria.” He held out a hoof. “It was lovely meeting you, but I must go now.”
Iona/Aria: She took it with both hands to shake it, grinning brightly. She nodded, “Yeah, you should go take a bath!”
Milae: He laughed aloud, briefly; it was a little strangled and odd, a combination of his half-breed heritage and not having anything to laugh at in…
He couldn’t really remember. Didn’t Vox and Dario make him laugh? When did he leave those timelines? Had it been…15 years? 20? More?
He blinked and came back to the present, nodding. “I will do that. Farewell.” And he got to his feet and continued through the village, trying to focus on his next task.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Iona Lindholm
Category:Aria Lindholm
Category:Yun Milae