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[pyrighteous]

I know that, I -

[ His hands tremble a little. ]

But what if the problem is me?

[ruevealing]

My love, why would you think that?

[pyrighteous]

Because it came out of me. So - maybe it's my fault somehow.

[ruevealing]

It did not come out of you, Hunter, but the features that were given to you by Thirteen.

[Rue reaches up to run their talons through Hunter's hair, delicately brushing over his antlers.]

I feel that distinction is very important. It is born of this world, not of you.

[pyrighteous]

[ They are nice and pretty and clean now post trimming. No trace of evil goop. ]

Then why did it come out of my horns?

[ruevealing]

I can not say for sure, but we do not know it is bad nor do we know where it truly came from. Perhaps it is something that caught a ride on your horns, not something born from within them.

But I will say this, it is not you, my darling Hunter. I know your heart and how beautiful and warm and loving it is.

[pyrighteous]

[ He nods at that and buries his face in their feathers. ]

You know about this kind of thing, huh? Have you seen it before?

[ruevealing]

[Rue is all too happy to squeeze him close. This is their boy and they are always here to soothe his ruffled feathers.]

Not quite, but I do not see how something bad could be born from your heart, especially without you intending for it to happen. Our magic, no matter what mastery we gain over it, it is still something that we must intend to cast, correct?

[pyrighteous]

[ Hunter nods at that. ]

R-right, yeah. Otherwise it comes out messy and dangerous.

[ruevealing]

So if you have not been unintentionally casting messy, dangerous magic, I do not see how such a thing could possibly be your fault. Perhaps we should ask around. Besides Donnie and yourself, I do not know many Myths. Maybe someone else has had a similar situation happen with their horns.

[pyrighteous]

There ... don't seem to be a lot of Myths, yeah. I mostly encounter Familiars and Legends.

[ He rubs at the back of his neck. ]

Which one are you?

[ruevealing]

It just means that the Myths we have are so much more special.

[With one wing still slung around him, they hold out their free paw, offering to hold his hand if he'll let them.]

I am a Legend, whatever that is meant to mean.

[pyrighteous]

[ He does in fact let them do that. ]

Huh. I ... guess I don't actually know what your traits are.

[ruevealing]

For me, I only have my halo - [and it is silly, but their chin tips up as if they might be able to peek up and see it, even though it is forever hovering over them. The halo itself is made of living flowers, peonies in constant bloom, fragrant and full for the moment.]

Others grew wings but I suppose I already had a pair and they didn't see reason to give me another.

[pyrighteous]

Oh.

[ Hunter looks up at that, startled. ]

I didn't realize that was a halo? I thought it was just - uh - an owlbear thing?

[ruevealing]

[CUE ME SOBBING I LOVE HIM]

No, no, not at all. [oh hunter, forgive rue for a few giggles at that]

Peonies were certainly a part of my brand since back in Faerie, but I suppose Thirteen just thought to make my Legend attributes a part of my aesthetic here.

[pyrighteous]

[ LOOK ... look. u kno ur son is a lil dense,

Anyway he pinks a bit and hangs his head. ]

W-well - they just suit you so well and they look natural, so I didn't even think about it.

[ruevealing]

[Time for some of those nibbling owlbear kisses.]

I feel exactly the same way about your horns. They suit you, absolutely beautiful, striking but soft.

[pyrighteous]

[ More pink in his face. ]

Oh. I - um, I'm glad. They're a little ...

[ He reaches up to touch them. ]

Belos had horns like this. On his mask. And - when he was ... feeling badly.

[ruevealing]

But I doubt they were this soft and they certainly were not peppered with such beautiful blooms, correct?

[They follow him, a paw over his much smaller hand, over his horns.]

Yours are distinctly your own, my Hunter. I see no trace of Belos when I look at them. I only see my handsome son.

[pyrighteous]

W-well - no. Belos NEVER had flowers.

[ Especially not these pretty little white ones nesting in his hair. ]

... well, you've never even seen Belos. But - thank you.

[ruevealing]

Forgive me, but I am happy to remind you as many times as you might need to hear it that you are not him. Never.

[pyrighteous]

I-I'm glad to keep hearing it! I really am!

[ruevealing]

I'm so glad, but truly, love, if you have more worries, you may tell me. I do not mean to brush off your fears. I will hear whatever you are thinking.