Re: Hooves and Bunny Slippers.
...no use in yelling Apple Blossom what to do.
Entire volumes could be written about that seemingly innocuous statement. Telling Apple Blossom to do this or not to do that wouldn't be particularly helpful, in any case. She'll do what she does, ignore or listen to Eadoin as the mood takes her. Frankly, the moods of his intended are quite bewildering to the young Centaur. He'd have more success in predicting the weather.
He knows Apple Blossom's displeasure well enough, shares it. He feels the separation acutely each time he goes, knows he's missing the little ones growing up...missing himself growing up. There's work to be done, though, and not enough hands to do it. "I'll miss you all very much," he says in parting.
He's beginning to feel like one doesn't "chieftain" Centaurs, but rather says something like, "I'm going that way." Others will follow as suits them, though occasionally one has to metaphorically wrestle for it. In this case, a handful of his folk have already self-selected to tag along.
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Eadoin can't miss Scolo's attachment to the bunnies. The little lapines are generally good judges of character, he's decided. If they help to focus the wizard and to give themselves a sense of security, so much the better. He offers, "If you want to ask them something, I can help, but...well, don't expect too much of them by way of conversation. They're bunnies, so they pretty much think like bunnies."
Of Scolo's nakedness, it's only remarkable to Eadoin in that it's a Human without clothing. Such is rather the rule when bathing than the exception. His own folk largely do without through the warmer seasons. Still, he can see how it might be surprising or distressing to others.
He listens curiously when Melissa and the Hybsil chat about herbal remedies to help manage the manifestations of Scolo's non-lucid moments. He knows there are ways to alter mood and will by using the things one finds growing, but he's not the herbalist Apple Blossom is. Still, he's curious what the Hybsils might have to say about it.
The young Centaur knows well enough how one can go walking the spirit world by eating certain plants, can talk to one's ancestors, and such. Like any journey, though, it's a trip that as likely turns one inward as outward, or one that removes the boundaries between self and other. That, Eadoin imagines, is where Scolo really lives.
Quietly, Eadoin approaches Melissa and the Hybsil. He's a bit fey himself, at times, so he can relate to the wizard's distractions. "I can help some, I think."
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It's been some time since he was in Hiricio, training at the bow, spear, and sword with Vagrenk. He wonders whether anyone he remembers is here.