The House of the Triad (Tryll)

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh looks confused. "Well that doesn't make sense."

[Anastasia]

"What doesn't make sense?" Priest asks in a sidebar to you, as meanwhile Vivantha nods, "Whatever it takes."

[Yuthirin]

"Well he's telling Vivantha she's gotta do good stuff, but she's a lillend. That's like telling an angel he's gotta be more lawful. It's silly!" Calleigh replies.

[Anastasia]

"Archon," The angel corrects idly, but doesn't linger on it. "One can focus on doing good in many different ways. It's not a question of doing good, but doing good in a way that Ilmater wishes it to be done."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh shrugs.

[Anastasia]

"Regardless," The angel says, "He will awaken shortly. Be ready."

[Yuthirin]

"'Kay!"

[Anastasia]

Muirfinn lies under the tree, at peace and asleep. Vivantha is at his side all the while, tense and waiting. She holds his hand tightly.

A breath. A gasp. A cry of distress. Muirfinn's cry is all three of those as Vivantha leans down and hugs him tightly, "Fear not, you're safe, brave hero. You're safe."

"What-" Is all Muirfinn can get out before he's hugged, eyes wide and body trembling. "The nightmares-"

"Are over," Priest adds in a soft, gentle voice. He smiles, "Welcome back, Muirfinn."

[Yuthirin]

In contrast, Calleigh is all exuberance and joy. Her tiny fists thrust into the air while cheering, "Woohoo! Turtleman is awake!"

[Anastasia]

Like this there are reunions and tears, Muirfinn resting.  "Nightmares," is what Muirfinn says once those are sorted out, "I knew nothing but I knew them. I can't remember them now, save for a darkness so vast it was eternal."

[Yuthirin]

"Well, Asmodeus is a big jerk-face! And nobody likes him!" Calleigh grumps. "But we got you away from him, so we won!"

[Anastasia]

"It's good enough," Vivantha says tearfully, "It's good enough."

Okay, are y'all gonna linger here long?

[Yuthirin]

Not unless we need to

[Anastasia]

Thus Muirfinn at last returns home. There is great celebration as the tortles greet him, Vivantha at his side all the while. Amid this, you sense Gytha's presence silently approaching.

[Yuthirin]

'Gytha.' Tryll greets him. ''Welcome to the celebration.'