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<-- X | Chapter 2: The Newcomers -->

If anyone is able to guess what character Rin is based off of before I change his design and ruin his life I will be thoroughly impressed.

I won't be posting these, but if anyone is curious and would like to see what Rin's parents look like, here you go :]

Word Count: 796
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The Dhal family barn stood tall in a field of grass tall enough to tickle a folk’s shins, red paint fresh and vibrant despite the building’s age. The scent of boiled madder root had seeped into the wood of the barn after so many years, giving it an ever-present earthy sweetness. It was soothing, Elin thought to themself as they began wringing out a soaking wet cloth. Red-tinged water seeped from the colorful fabric, splashing down into the tub at their feet. Particles left over from the dying process sloshed about in the disturbed water, desperate to find a place to settle at the bottom of the barrel.

After feeling satisfied that they’d removed most of the water, Elin gave the large cloth a firm shake. Bracing themself, they got to their feet, legs shaking slightly with the weight of the day’s work weighing them down. Their wife always told them not to push themself like this, but… Well. It was the only way they could really feel useful. Sighing heavily, the witch folk clipped the large square of red cloth to the clothesline.

Then, quite suddenly and loudly, Ginny’s voice came from the house.

“ELIIIIIIN, IT’S HAPPENING!”

They yelped and fumbled clumsily with the clothespin only to pinch it incorrectly, sending it soaring across the room. Instinctually they began to search for it, dual colored eyes darting around the room.

“HURRY, YOU’LL MISS IT!” Ginny called again, more frantic this time.

“Aaaaah… Later, Elin, later!!” They said quietly, flapping their hands in an attempt to ground themself with the stim. The folk turned and started toward the door, only to knock right into the barrel full of reddish water they were using to rinse the dyed cloth. Now drenched from the waist down, Elin stared down at themself with moderate horror.

“ELIN!” Ginny called again. Letting out a soft “Eep!” Elin ran toward the house.

Outside the crickets chirped obnoxiously, their discordant melody echoing up toward the stars. They would have stopped to observe the sky if it were literally any night except tonight.

Elin threw the front door open, stopping before they could take a complete step, reddish water dripping from their clothes. “Gin!?” They called out, a little desperate and anxious.

“What are you doing, get inside!”

“I’m all wet, I’ll get everything covered in dye-” They cut off as Ginny barked out a laugh.

“Our kit is hatching, get your butt in here! Who gives a shit about the carpet!”

Baring their teeth and bracing themself for the mess they were about to make, Elin stepped inside, not bothering to close the front door behind them. The greyish folk rushed through the house, trailing hoofprints of red dye on the carpet behind them.

When they entered the nursery they froze. In her arms, Ginny held their newly hatched kit in a small red bundle. Their wife grinned immensely, looking up at them. “You ruined our carpet and missed our kit hatching? What kind of parent are you…” She joked in a soft, gentle voice.

Hands held tight to their chest, Elin stepped closer, tears already prickling at the corners of their eyes. Even though the egg had been around for a while they still couldn’t quite believe it. It all felt so surreal… Like a dream. With Elin’s… former condition… they weren’t sure if they would ever be able to have a kit. They considered adopting, but with the remote placement of their village it had never worked out. But now, beyond all odds, the little wrinkly critter held so delicately in Ginny’s arms was theirs. He was real.

Shakily bringing a hand toward the kit, Elin held back tears. But when he latched onto their finger there was nothing in this world that would’ve been able to prevent the sob that left their lips. Ginny laughed softly and rested her head against Elin’s shoulder, her tears seeping into the cloth of their robes.

“He looks like a Rin, doesn’t he?”

“He looks like… an old peach. Wrinkly and pink.” Elin responded honestly, prompting a laugh from their wife.

“Elin…” Ginny said with mock offense, covering the kit’s ears. “He can hear you…”

“Gin!” They laughed softly. “If we give him that name I’ll get you mixed up all the time, it’s too close to your nickname!”

“Why do you think I picked it? Personally I think it would be hilarious, putting you through years and years of torture, forever cursed to mix up your wife and your son’s names… Peak comedy.”

Laughing behind another sob, Elin kissed the space between Ginny’s horns. “If that’s what you’d like to name him, then Rin it is…” So long as their wife was happy and their son was healthy, that was all that mattered.

6/71 Acorns

Description

<-- X | Chapter 2: The Newcomers -->

If anyone is able to guess what character Rin is based off of before I change his design and ruin his life I will be thoroughly impressed.

I won't be posting these, but if anyone is curious and would like to see what Rin's parents look like, here you go :]

Word Count: 796
————

The Dhal family barn stood tall in a field of grass tall enough to tickle a folk’s shins, red paint fresh and vibrant despite the building’s age. The scent of boiled madder root had seeped into the wood of the barn after so many years, giving it an ever-present earthy sweetness. It was soothing, Elin thought to themself as they began wringing out a soaking wet cloth. Red-tinged water seeped from the colorful fabric, splashing down into the tub at their feet. Particles left over from the dying process sloshed about in the disturbed water, desperate to find a place to settle at the bottom of the barrel.

After feeling satisfied that they’d removed most of the water, Elin gave the large cloth a firm shake. Bracing themself, they got to their feet, legs shaking slightly with the weight of the day’s work weighing them down. Their wife always told them not to push themself like this, but… Well. It was the only way they could really feel useful. Sighing heavily, the witch folk clipped the large square of red cloth to the clothesline.

Then, quite suddenly and loudly, Ginny’s voice came from the house.

“ELIIIIIIN, IT’S HAPPENING!”

They yelped and fumbled clumsily with the clothespin only to pinch it incorrectly, sending it soaring across the room. Instinctually they began to search for it, dual colored eyes darting around the room.

“HURRY, YOU’LL MISS IT!” Ginny called again, more frantic this time.

“Aaaaah… Later, Elin, later!!” They said quietly, flapping their hands in an attempt to ground themself with the stim. The folk turned and started toward the door, only to knock right into the barrel full of reddish water they were using to rinse the dyed cloth. Now drenched from the waist down, Elin stared down at themself with moderate horror.

“ELIN!” Ginny called again. Letting out a soft “Eep!” Elin ran toward the house.

Outside the crickets chirped obnoxiously, their discordant melody echoing up toward the stars. They would have stopped to observe the sky if it were literally any night except tonight.

Elin threw the front door open, stopping before they could take a complete step, reddish water dripping from their clothes. “Gin!?” They called out, a little desperate and anxious.

“What are you doing, get inside!”

“I’m all wet, I’ll get everything covered in dye-” They cut off as Ginny barked out a laugh.

“Our kit is hatching, get your butt in here! Who gives a shit about the carpet!”

Baring their teeth and bracing themself for the mess they were about to make, Elin stepped inside, not bothering to close the front door behind them. The greyish folk rushed through the house, trailing hoofprints of red dye on the carpet behind them.

When they entered the nursery they froze. In her arms, Ginny held their newly hatched kit in a small red bundle. Their wife grinned immensely, looking up at them. “You ruined our carpet and missed our kit hatching? What kind of parent are you…” She joked in a soft, gentle voice.

Hands held tight to their chest, Elin stepped closer, tears already prickling at the corners of their eyes. Even though the egg had been around for a while they still couldn’t quite believe it. It all felt so surreal… Like a dream. With Elin’s… former condition… they weren’t sure if they would ever be able to have a kit. They considered adopting, but with the remote placement of their village it had never worked out. But now, beyond all odds, the little wrinkly critter held so delicately in Ginny’s arms was theirs. He was real.

Shakily bringing a hand toward the kit, Elin held back tears. But when he latched onto their finger there was nothing in this world that would’ve been able to prevent the sob that left their lips. Ginny laughed softly and rested her head against Elin’s shoulder, her tears seeping into the cloth of their robes.

“He looks like a Rin, doesn’t he?”

“He looks like… an old peach. Wrinkly and pink.” Elin responded honestly, prompting a laugh from their wife.

“Elin…” Ginny said with mock offense, covering the kit’s ears. “He can hear you…”

“Gin!” They laughed softly. “If we give him that name I’ll get you mixed up all the time, it’s too close to your nickname!”

“Why do you think I picked it? Personally I think it would be hilarious, putting you through years and years of torture, forever cursed to mix up your wife and your son’s names… Peak comedy.”

Laughing behind another sob, Elin kissed the space between Ginny’s horns. “If that’s what you’d like to name him, then Rin it is…” So long as their wife was happy and their son was healthy, that was all that mattered.

6/71 Acorns