Homunculus I

"Homunculus I" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
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A soft curtain of white ash drifted through the sky and fluttered as a mountain breeze stirred the stiff, dry flakes before they got caught in the branches of the trees, as they tended to, and up the cliff past a hidden pathway, a half-breed crouched in a small, carved-out stone home surrounded by millions of colorful strings tied to looms. But they were of little interest to him at the moment. In the center of the room, he had a huge circular knitting loom across his table, and he sat on his hocks, staring at it intensely. Its diameter was longer than he was tall, and it had hundreds of pegs that were wrapped up in thin strings of thread, making a complicated web.
Milae rubbed a hoof across his mouth and made another line of notes in rough Caprinae lettering, his movements jerky and desperate. Then he crossed out the entire line and placed the pencil down harder than necessary. He stared at the white strings flickering in the lamplight as though they were going to reveal some secret pattern to him, but he had nothing. He didn’t know.
He sat back further, his ear twitching as he heard his kettle going off. He got to his feet and walked out of the room into the kitchen, using an iron poker to swing the kettle out from over the fire and popping the lid aside to shake some tea leaves into the pot. He stared at the leaves as they slowly darkened and moistened, lost in his own head again.
“You know what she wants. Pretend to cooperate. Coax her out. Trick her. Lay a trap. All of you can fight.” 
Milae shook his head wearily, tempted to give up again. Juro’s words had encouraged him, but after days of being in the silent timeline and researching things on his own, he was running low on solutions. He shifted his gaze to look outwards, through the door, at the gray, ashen sky. His soul ached.
“I wish you were here,” he said softly to himself, and only the flickering firelight responded.
Then his head shot up.
“If you were here…”
The goddess, flanked by two Eirs, met the alpaca half breed and forged a contract. 
“That’s it.”
The goddess, flanked by five Eirs, met the alpaca half breed and forged a contract.
The kettle wobbled dangerously close to the table’s edge, spilling some of its water on the floor, as he turned on his heel and strode towards the looms again.
The goddess, flanked by eleven Eirs, met the alpaca half breed and forged a contract.
“I’ll give you what you’re looking for, goddess.”
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Yun Milae