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random-fandom-ramble · 9 months

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Is Redfeather Etharis mother?

I just read the new short story about Rayla in Scumport, where we were introduced to this wonderful new MILF character, Redfeather:

Some things we learned about her:

She’s a moonshadow elf

She has matted messy hair

She has pale markings and likely has a darker complexion (“like shining leather”)

She was ghosted about 15+ years ago

She doesn’t regret the thing(s) she was ghosted for

Now 15+ years ago doesn’t place her at any important events that we know of yet. Rayla would’ve been 0-2 years old at the time, so it probably doesn’t connect to her. The whole ordeal with Sarai getting killed by Avizandum happened about 10-12 years prior, so it couldn’t be connected to that.

But you know who would’ve been in a very interesting age back then?

Ethari and Runaan

Ethari and Runaan were once referred to as “uncle-ish” age, which the show runners have clarified means somewhere between 30-35 years old. That means Ethari and Runaan would’ve been 15-20 years old at the time when Redfeather got ghosted by her village. And as we all know, 15-20 is the perfect age for fictional characters to get traumatized✨

One theory I had was that she was somehow involved with the assassins (target? Former assassin? Who knows) and that her crime, which somehow affected a younger Runaan, got her ghosted. But that is a theory for another time.

What caught my attention first was the specifics of her description.

Pale markings and “leather colored”(darker) skin

When it comes to the colors of markings, moonshadow elves tend to have very deep or even dark blue/purple markings. Ethari is the only moonshadow elf we’ve encountered till now who has significantly lighter, or paler, lavender colored markings amongst moonshadow elves.

This means that Redfeather having specifically PALE markings would be significant, if the paleness is referring to the color.

Another point is the eyes

While Redfeathers and Etharis face’s aren’t THAT similar, the eyes very much ARE

Look at that shape! Look at the lashes! Look at the curved lower lids! If this doesn’t mean anything, then this would be one heck of a coincidence for eyes to be drawn THAT similarly.

Another reason I like this theory isn’t just because of looks and appearances, but also because it could explain a bit about Etharis behavior regarding ghosting family members and strong feelings about abandonment.

See, when Rayla first comes back to the Silvergrove, one of the first things he says to is:

“They’re gone Rayla. He’s gone. Because you abandoned them.”

And later on, when he briefly lifted the ghosting spell to talk to Rayla, he says again:

“But I don’t understand, how could you abandon them like that?”

On a similar note, in the novel the bloodmoon huntress, when Runaan realizes that Kim’Dael is out there, there isn’t even a question about wether or not Ethari is coming along; he said right away “I’m coming with you”. He was NOT gonna stay- or be left behind. It’s like he has some very deep rooted issues surrounding abandonment, and being left behind. Maybe because his mother had to leave him when he was young? Or maybe pertaining to the crime she committed, where she left someone behind and surrendered them to their doom? Who knows…

And yet, for someone who has such strong feelings about someone being left behind, he was very quick to ghost Rayla. Yes he regrets it, and yes it was a decision made with feelings and grief and not his sound and sensible mind. But regardless of how much he regrets it now, he still ghosted her for “abandoning her team (and Runaan)”, and he seemed very sure of that choice at first.

If we looked at him as a regular person, a godfather who loved and cherished his goddaughter, and had raised her since the age of 8, this behavior doesn’t make any sense!

But if we look at him as someone who’s had to do it before, someone who had to learn long ago that family ties don’t excuse crimes, and that sometimes you need to cut out and ghost those closest to you - like say, your own mother-, well then it makes sense why he was able to do that to his goddaughter, even if he regretted it later…

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And a final point close this whole theory off, though it is more of a meta textual point:

Ethari rarely gets talked about by the creators of the show. He was maybe mentioned here and there in the past, and on Twitter Aaron Ehazs promised that they hadn’t forgotten about Ruthari. So any mention of him that actually includes his name and something other than „he’s Runaans husband/Raylas substitute dad“ is pretty special and rare to find outside of the graphic novel Bloodmoon huntress . But in this new short story, he wasn’t just mentioned by name; he was specifically described along with his profession, his crafting.

And the first time that Ethari gets mentioned again outside of the bloodmoon huntress is when a new Moonshadow elf with eyes almost identical to his gets introduced.

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Yew (Part 1)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Male Centaur/Male Centaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Centaurs, MLM Content Warnings: Amputee, Amputated Leg, Prosthetics Series: Part 12 of Monster Lovers: Shelter Forest Words: 4,101

Yew finally gets his own fic! Yew makes his very first rescue: a surly centaur dumped on the side of the road. Please reblog and leave feedback!

Ethari was losing his vision rapidly. He hadn’t eaten in days, the fever was taking over his entire body, and the blood loss had rendered him extremely frail. The ranch hands had dropped him on the side of the road somewhere, but he wasn’t sure where. He kept trying to stand, but in his delirium, he forgot that his left foreleg up to the knee was now missing and unable to take any weight, so he continuously stumbled and fell into the mud of the roadside.

He fell for a final time, completely sapped of strength, and as he was losing consciousness, he heard a voice call out.

“I knew it! I saw someone! Mama, hurry!”

In his dimming perception, he saw a dark face with green-blue eyes and a fluff of white hair haloed around their head.

“You’re gonna be alright,” They said softly. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

And Ethari passed out.

When he awoke again, he was inside a stall lying on rough burlap cushions instead of hay or straw and was covered with several blankets to guard against the winter cold. Panicking, he began kicking the walls with his back legs. He had been conditioned not to scream or yell, so kicking was the only means of rebellion or dissent he was capable of. So he kicked hard over and over, making a lot of noise in the process.

“Oi, oi!” A voice called. Ethari saw the face of a handsome man look into the open upper half of the stall door. He had blue eyes, tanned skin, and dark hair. “Could you keep it down? My wife is resting.”

“Who are you?” Ethari asked aggressively, his voice raspy and harsh to his own ear. “What’s going on, where am I?”

“Ugh, I hate dealing with pissy, angry males. Yew! Would you come and deal with this, please? I need to look after Hazel.”

The handsome face disappeared momentarily, and the full door swung open, revealing that the handsome face was attached to a brown centaur body with black socks and a black tail, which flicked back and forth in agitation. He wore a bright red winter coat on his upper body and a matching riding blanket on his back.

Seeing one of his own kind, Ethari relaxed slightly without realizing it.

“I thought she was feeling better,” Said another voice, almost chirpy sounding, and a beautiful, slender, black-and-white piebald centaur entered Ethari’s vision. Ethari recognized him as the person he’d seen when he was blacking out on the roadside. The skin of his upper torso was so dark that it was nearly black, contrasting starkly with his pale eyes, curly mop of white hair, and long, feathery lashes. He wore a black winter coat and riding blanket, both with intricate white stitching.

“She still needs rest,” The other centaur said, annoyed. There was a knock that came from somewhere in the building, and Birch’s head swiveled sharply to look in that direction. “Keep this guy quiet, would you? If she takes a bad turn, I’m taking it out on him, I don’t care how hurt he is.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yew said, waving him away.

The brown centaur dashed off, disappearing from view, and the black and white centaur came into the stall, which was spacious enough to allow him inside with Ethari comfortably.

“Sorry about him,” He said, and it was then that Ethari realized he was carrying a tray with fruit and vegetables on it on one arm and a simple brown wool coat in the other. “He’s really touchy when it comes to Hazel. You shouldn’t move around so much, you know, since you were a proper mess to clean up. You've lost a lot of blood; it took my mother ages to stop the bleeding. There were bone fragments in the stump that had to be removed, too, and you’ve got a nasty infection. You’re gonna feel like pounded garbage for quite a while, so try not to reopen the wound and make it worse.”

“Where am I?” Ethari repeated. “Who are you?”

“I’m Yew,” The centaur said, setting the tray on a low table nearby. It was one of several items of furniture that seemed designed with four-legged folks in mind. “You’re in a guest stall at my parents’ farm, the barn specifically. You’ve been out for a couple of days. Mama was worried you’d starve. Here, put this on. It’s cold.”

He held out the coat for Ethari to take, which he did, snatching it out of his hands roughly. Once he had shrugged it on, Yew reached out to touch Ethari, and Ethari flinched, slapping his hand away.

“Relax, I’m just checking your temperature,” Yew said, knocking Ethari’s hand aside and placing his palm on his forehead. “You’re still feverish, but you’re not boiling like you were two days ago.”

Ethari swiped at him, his anxiety spiking. “Get off me! What are you people going to do to me?” He asked indignantly, trying to back away from Yew but not getting far.

“Nothing?” Yew replied, tilting his head. “Other than overfeed you, maybe. My papa is always encouraging people to eat more. Speaking of which, you must be hungry, right? Eat.” Yew motioned at the tray. “Don’t try to stand up yet. We’ve contacted my brother, Cetzu; he’s really good at carving. He may be able to fix you up.”

“What are you talking about?” Ethari said distrustfully. “What do you mean? What do you people want from me?”

“Like I said, nothing,” Yew said, moving toward the door. “Eat your food before you pass out again. Keep the noise down, though. Birch’s threats aren’t empty. If you disturb Hazel at all, he’ll knock you on your tail.”

“I’m already on my tail,” Ethari said sarcastically.

Yew laughed good naturedly.

“I suppose that’s true. Eat.” And with that, Yew closed his door.

As soon as there was no one in sight, Ethari began wolfing down the food that was offered. He knew he would make himself sick doing that, but he couldn’t control himself; he was literally starving. Thankfully there wasn’t too much on the tray, perhaps because they knew he would have gorged himself if there was, so he wasn’t grossly over-full. There was a jug of water on the table and he drank deeply from it, not even bothering to use a cup.

After he finished, he made an attempt to stand, only to stumble and fall immediately. Groaning in frustration, he thumped his hands against the floor. Unable to move and suddenly exhausted, despite his anxiety and fear, Ethari passed out once more.

When he woke up again, it was dark. His stall door was open and there was a candle burning on the frame of the door. Yew was kneeling on his belly just outside of his stall door, knotting cord by candlelight.

“What do you want?” Ethari snapped.

Yew looked up. “Ah, you’re awake.” He set the cord aside and got to his feet, bringing in another tray of food and taking the empty one.

“Why didn’t you just let me die?” Ethari asked. “What do you get out of helping me?”

“Why would we need to get something out of it?” Yew asked, tilting his head again as if he didn’t understand. He reminded Ethari of a puppy he once knew, ages and ages ago. “That’s not something we care about around here.”

Ethari grunted distrustfully. Yew knelt down next to him and regarded him thoughtfully. Ethari leaned back, glaring at Yew.

“Am I allowed to leave?” Ethari asked.

“Well, sure,” Yew said. “If you really want to leave, we won’t stop you, but I… can’t imagine you’d get far at the moment. You can’t even stand up yet.”

Ethari couldn’t argue with that, but he wasn’t about to say it out loud.

“You’re from a ranch, too, aren’t you?” Yew said suddenly.

Ethari blinked. “Too?” He echoed, surprised out of his wary demeanor. He didn’t need to ask what kind of ranch Yew meant.

“Yeah,” Yew pulled his curly hair aside and showed Ethari the ear with the puncture hole in it from where the cattle tag had been. “My brother, Birch, and I escaped from one years ago when I was seven, from the big continent north of here. Did you escape too?”

“I don’t know you. I don’t have to tell you anything,” Ethari said hotly.

“No, I know that,” Yew said, but he waited expectantly, his expression open and curious.

“I didn’t escape,” Ethari said eventually, if reluctantly. “There was… an accident.” He shifted his missing leg, and then stopped and winced when the pain got worse. “I couldn’t work anymore, so they were sending me somewhere, but I don’t know where. When they realized I was dying, they dumped me on the road.” He peered at Yew. “How did you know?”

“You don’t have a tag like Birch and I did, but I can tell. You’ve got whip marks on your flanks and I saw what seemed like shackle marks on your back legs. I’ve seen enough of those in my youth to know exactly what it means.” Yew sighed despondently. “I didn’t realize there were slave ranches here.”

For the first time, he looked sad and disheartened. It didn’t suit him, Ethari thought. He looked better when he had that big, dopey smile on his face.

“Officially, there aren’t,” Ethari told him. “It’s operating illegally, I gather. That’s why they were sending me away. I heard that legal ranches have to report accidents to the local lord, for compensation. I can’t collect compensation as a slave, and the owners can’t report and out themselves for owning slaves illegally. So they had to get rid of me. I don’t know what their original plan was. I shudder to imagine, though.”

“Are there others? I mean centaurs, like us?”

Ethari shook his head. “Only me and two others. They’re still there. They were sold to the ranch from the colosseum in the big city, what’s it called? Dunmountain? Around there. They have debts to pay, so they’re indentured. My mother was also enslaved there, but she died four winters back. I think she was indentured, too, but we never talked about it. She didn’t like to bring it up. But when she died, I inherited her debts, so…”

“Are there others besides centaurs? How many?”

“A dozen, I think? There could be more I don’t know about, I was confined to the fields and the barn, so there were places on the ranch I’d never seen or entered.”

“Where is it? The ranch, I mean,” Yew asked, a strange glint in his eye. A hint of anger, perhaps? Another emotion that didn’t suit his face.

“I don’t know,” Ethari admitted. “I was born and raised there. This is the first time I’ve ever been off the ranch in my life.”

“It feels weird, huh?” Yew said with a sad smile. “Like you should be doing something. You’re not used to sitting still in one place, right?”

Ethari paused and nodded, grimacing. “I feel… off. Out of place. The ranch was terrible, but… it’s familiar. I know what to expect there. All this…” He waved at the stall and gestured at Yew. “I don’t know what any of this is.”

Yew nodded. “It’ll feel strange for a while. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”

Ethari couldn’t help but allow the corner of his mouth to go up slightly.

“You sound so certain of that.”

Yew grinned. “I am.” Yew got to his feet and made to leave. “Eat and rest. Don’t worry about a thing. Mama will be in in the morning to check on you, but don’t be rude to her; she saved your life.” He pointed a finger at Ethari in warning, but Yew looked so unserious that Ethari nearly laughed. “One thing you gotta know about me: I’m a mama’s boy through and through, so don’t you go disrespecting my mama.”

Ethari snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The next morning, Ethari was awoken by the door of his stall opening and an older human woman with greying hair entered, wearing a blouse and sensible trousers and carrying a bag.

“You’re not a centaur,” Ethari said.

“Well-spotted,” She said with a lilt in her voice. “You’ll be hard pressed to find many of your kind on this continent. There are only a handful or so that I know of, besides my boys, and that includes you.”

“You’re Yew’s mother?”

“The very same,” She said, reaching out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Ryel.”

Ethari didn’t take her hand, simply glared at it distrustfully, and she eventually dropped it.

“I’m here to change your bandages,” Ryel said. “Are you gonna let me do that?”

“Just don’t do anything funny,” Ethari said, leaning a bit so she could get to the stump.

“I don’t have a funny bone in my body, child,” She said with a chuckle. Ethari suddenly saw where Yew got his sense of humor.

“So, Yew’s adopted, then?”

“Of course,” Ryel said, pulling off the dirty bandages. “All of my children are adopted. My husband and I can’t have children, so we opened our home to the ones who need one.”

“How many kids do you have?”

“Certainly more than most, but we like it that way. There are always more kids that need homes, and we like being that home. We’ll likely be taking them in until we die, and our kids will continue the tradition. That’s why we started this place.”

“Hmm,” Ethari hummed, and then winced when she began cleaning the wound. “Is that big brown asshole yours, too?”

Ryel laughed. “Oh, yes, he’s mine. Don’t take his current attitude to heart, child. He and Hazel got married recently, and Hazel’s been in delicate health lately, and he’s a little frazzled. He’s normally more level-headed.”

“I don’t care,” Ethari said. “I’m not going to be here long enough to find out.”

“If you say so,” Ryel said. She began rewrapping the wound. “Although, I’d wager you’ll be here for quite a while. Cetzu, another of my sons, will be here in a few days. He runs an orphanage in Coleville and he hates leaving it for too long, but he’s agreed to help fit you with a prosthetic. You’ll have to wait a few months for your stump to heal before you can even start to get used to using it, but there’s no reason not to start making it now. It can be adjusted once you’re able to wear it.”

“And how much is that going to cost me?” Ethari asked bitterly. “What am I going to have to do to pay you back?”

“Well, that’s not necessary, but hands are always helpful,” Ryel said. “Besides, it’s the chilly season, so there’s really nothing to do at the moment. All the canning and jarring is done, and there are only a few winter crops out in the fields right now which they don’t need much tending to and pretty much grow on their own, so there’s not really any need for you to do anything besides recover.”

He grunted, not sure if he believed her.

“And more to the point,” She continued as she packed up the medical bag. “You’re not in any condition to be doing any paying back, as it is.”

“I’ll accept that,” He said begrudgingly. “I guess I don’t need to worry about it for a while, then.”

“No reason to worry about it at all,” Ryel said with a laugh. “Listen, son, I get why you’ve got misgivings, but really, we don’t expect anything from you beyond getting better. Whatever you want to do once you’re up and about is your prerogative.”

“If you say so,” He replied.

“You don’t have to believe me, child,” Ryel said, standing. “Rest. Yew will be in soon with your breakfast.”

“Why him?” Ethari asked peevishly.

“I suppose he feels responsible for you, having been the one to find you. You’re his first rescue, after all.” Ryel sighed. “You don’t have to like him, you know, but he’s just trying to help.” And she left.

It wasn’t so much that Ethari didn’t like Yew, it’s just that Yew… was too perceptive. He saw more than Ethari wanted him to see. It made him uncomfortable. And he was too… happy. Ethari was used to being surrounded by those who were beaten down by their lives and circumstances, so he assumed most people were like that. He’d never met anyone who could brighten a room just by walking in it, the way Yew could. It almost hurt to look at Yew. He was like sunlight, but the kind that suddenly flooded a darkened room that light hadn’t touched in years, blinding and painful.

Soon enough, Yew arrived with another tray, just as Ryel said, but Ethari was squirming by the time he showed up.

“What’s up with you?” Yew asked, noticing Ethari fidget. “Did you eat something bad?”

Ethari growled. “I… have to…”

“Hmm? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

“I need the privy!” Ethari said loudly, embarrassed.

“Oh!” Yew said, seemingly unfazed. “No problem, I’ll help. Here.” Yew held out his hands. “Stand up. You can lean on me.”

Still distrustful but slightly desperate, Ethari took Yew’s hands and, after some struggle, managed to haul himself unsteadily to his feet. Yew swung around and used his own body to support the length of Ethari’s body. Slowly, with a lot of help from Yew, Ethari was able to limp out of the barn. Some of the other stalls also seemed to be occupied, but the doors were closed so Ethari couldn’t see inside.

“Are there other four-legged folk here?” Ethari asked.

“There’s Reed. He’s a deertaur, really rare. He’s smaller than centaurs, but he’s got antlers, so he needs as much room as we do. I’ve never even seen another person like him.”

“Neither have I,” Ethari said, surprised. “I wasn’t even aware there was such a thing.”

“There’s one more, I fibbed. Reed’s daughter is half-deertaur, but she takes after him and has four legs. She got her own stall recently, just turned thirteen. She’s at that age where she doesn’t want to share a room with her parents anymore, you know.”

“I don’t know, actually.”

Yew laughed. “His son, River, has two legs, like his mother, but he’s got hooves, too. He’s really unique. Lymera has hooves too, but she’s a fawn, so that’s not unusual. She used to stay in the barn, as well. She liked it better than the house.”

Ethari made a face. “Why are you telling me all this?”

Yew laughed again. “Because you asked?”

“I didn’t ask for the roster of your family, I just asked if there were four-legged folks besides you and your surly brother.”

“True, but it doesn’t hurt to know. Besides, talking takes your mind off the pain. Hurts more when you’re quiet, doesn’t it? Talking distracts you.”

It was excruciatingly slow progress, but finally they reached the latrine at the edge of the treeline. It was far enough away that the smell didn’t reach the house of the barn, but that meant getting there was an undertaking for Ethari. He was exhausted by the time he got there. He was able to enter by leaning his body against the walls of the latrine and limping inside, but once he had finished his business in there, it took all his strength not to collapse.

“I need to rest for a moment,” Ethari said, breathing heavily.

“Here, let’s get away from the latrine first,” Yew said, swinging around to support him again. Yew managed to get him to a patch of moss before Ethari practically fell.

“I feel like I’m gonna hurl,” Ethari said, his upper torso bent and resting against a nearby tree.

“Try not to, it’s not good for our kind to vomit,” Yew said, holding Ethari’s hair. “We’re too similar to horses like that.”

“I’m fully aware of that,” Ethari snipped. “But that knowledge doesn’t help me in this situation.”

“You want a beer?” Yew asked. “Birch always drinks when he feels sick. Counter-intuitive, I know, but it seems to help him.”

“A beer would be amazing right now,” Ethari admitted.

“Be right back,” Yew said, and dashed off.

Ethari tried to breathe through the nausea, willing himself to keep his breakfast in his stomach, and heard four legs trotting up.

“I had to fight Birch to get it,” Yew said, handing Ethari a wooden cup. “He really doesn’t like you.”

“I don’t like him either,” You said peevishly, taking the cup and gulping swallows of the beer slowly. “Don’t you drink? I’ve never met a centaur who doesn’t drink. We were allowed beer even on the ranch.”

Yew shrugged. “It’s just not for me. I can supplement what I need from alcohol with other things. Besides, I prefer wine, but it’s hard to store wine here. I get it every once in a while as a treat, but I don’t need it all the time.”

“And you call yourself a centaur,” Ethari said, snickering.

“Hey, don’t tease, I already get enough of that from Birch.”

You drained the cup and handed it back. “Is Birch the only one who drinks around here?”

Yew nodded. “Afraid so. If you need more, you’ll have to go through him.”

“Can’t I just go through you? Wouldn’t he give you some if you asked?”

“Well, sure, but he knows I don’t drink. You might want to work on getting in his good graces.”

“Ugh,” Ethari grunted. “I just can’t wait to kiss that guy’s ass.”

Yew laughed. “All you gotta do is be nice to Hazel. That’s his softest spot. He really loves her.”

“Hmm,” Ethari hummed, pensive. “I wonder what that feels like.”

“Me too,” Yew said wistfully. “I’m kind of jealous of them, to be honest.”

“You’re too young to think that way.”

“Am I?” He said, tilting his head again. “I don’t think so. I think it’s normal to think about things like this. Being in love with someone is nearly impossible in a place like a ranch, where people are just trying to survive, so I think it’s normal to wonder about what loving someone feels like. Didn’t you just say that?”

Ethari snorted. “I guess I did. You’re still too young. You’re not even twenty yet, right?”

“So what?” Yew said, shrugging. “I’m old enough to get married, so I’m more than old enough to wonder.” Yew looked up toward the house. “Ah! Cetzu is here. I expected him to take longer, but he probably just wants to get back quicker. He’s another one who’s a fool for his family.”

“The orphanage director?” Ethari asked. “And wood carver?”

“He’s really a jack-of-all-trades type. He’ll fix you up. Do you think you can make it back to the barn?”

Ethari sighed heavily. “I’ll try.”

“Let me know if you can’t. I’ll get the boys to lift you like we did the day we found you.”

Ethari grimaced at the thought. “No, on second thought, I’ll make it. If it kills me, I’ll make it on my own.” He peered up at Yew in an unfriendly way. “Well… help me up, would you?”

Yew laughed again. “Yes, yes, come on.”

With Yew’s help, Ethari managed to return to his stall in the barn, though he was so exhausted that he hit the ground as soon as he entered it. He was breathing hard, his heart beating out of his chest. He was in immense pain from that small amount of physical activity.

“I think I’m dying,” He wheezed.

“No, you’re not dying,” Yew said, helping him out of his coat and covering him with blankets again. “But maybe we should see about fashioning you some sort of bedpan, so you don’t have to move again.”

“That sounds like a nightmare, but let’s do that,” Ethari said. “I don’t think I can move again for a while.”

Yew laid his body down next to Ethari, covering him with blankets and using his own body to warm him.

“You’ll be alright, Ethari,” Yes said softly, patting his back. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die. You’ve got your whole life left to live, now that you’re out of that place.” He pulled Ethari’s sweat drenched hair away from his face. “Don’t worry,” He repeated. “I’ll take care of you.”

Ethari lost consciousness, the last sensation he felt were Yew’s fingertips against his forehead.

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runaaur · 5 months

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today i offer something really short that i wrote. i have a hc that ethari wrote letters to runaan to cope with the loss and this is one of them. hope you like it!

Dear Runaan

Dear Runaan,

today is the start of the Blue Moon week. Everybody is out and about, preparing and harvesting, and the children are even more excited than usual due to the Blue Moon being in December this year. Snowball fights will be unstoppable. I haven't prepared much; barely a few arrows and throwing knives to enchant.

Ethari stopped writing to look up at the weapon-filled wall. Blades missing their swirls and handles simplified, no intricate lines decorating them in any way. He furrowed down his eyebrows.

I miss you. You'd think I would have already settled in, accepted and kept living. But it's hard, Runaan. Not many elves come to the forge anymore, and I suspect it's because they fear they will somehow remind me of you. But nobody can do that. Nobody sneaks into the forge like you do, nobody tries to hide their smile and fails, nobody tilts their head and closes their eyes while they listen to my new project (it's not like I have any). Yet, your presence is never fading away. You're somewhere that's not our kitchen table. It's a new pain and I have yet to find the right healing salve. While your wounds were easy to see and to heal, this wound, my darling, is the one you would hide from me, unless I lit a candle.

He put his quill down and with a shaky hand ruffled his hair. It was longer now, the bangs placed behind his ear and rest of his hair kept in a low ponytail or bun. He didn't know long it really was. The tears blurred his vision and he cursed.

I will go out tonight. I will go into the heart of the festival and feel something unlike the forge sparks. Don't fear; you will learn everything that happened. You always will.

I love you, Runaan. Be here when I'm back.

-Ethari

#the dragon prince #runaan #ethari #ruthari #uhhh i dont know how to tag this #ficlet #tdp fanfic #its been on my mind for so long you have no idea #i hope i did good😞

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randompoetemogirl · 7 months

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When people go through something traumatic, oftentimes they may change their hair, whether it be dye or cutting it short. When I first saw this end credit of Ethari, I noticed his hair looked longer, but taking a second look I’ve realized that Ethari SHAVED half of his head. Even in Through the Moon, which was years ago when Rayla was young, Ethari’s hair has stayed the same. Now, half his hair is long, like Runaan’s was, and half of it is just about gone, just like his heart is gone.

I know the creators most likely wanted to change his hair because of the time skip, but considering that Ethari is in mourning, I think it’s definitely something worth analyzing. Plus, we’ve seen characters keep the same style, such as Villads and Nyx, I think the creators did this to show that those particular characters haven’t changed. Villads is the same pirate, Nyx is the same trickster. Ethari has changed.

And he’s still wearing the horns cuffs I’m dying-

Edit: So, as it turns out, this is pre-season five Ethari, not post as a few of you have corrected. So, my bad.

#Ruthari #theory #the dragon prince season five #tdp #tdp s5 #tdp spoilers #Ethari #Runaan #mystery of aaravos #Nyx #Villads

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that-disabled-princess · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, friends! I am currently listening to my head bops while editing Lavender hearts at 7am, so it is... quite the contrast 🤣

Here's a bit from Lavender hearts that I edited this morning. This will likely be my last post about my COTTA, since I post on Wednesday next week!!

He lets me lean my full weight on him, supporting and holding me while I try to slow my mind.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he says. I lift my head to find him already looking at me. “We’re going to make a list. A plan for how to deal with the coming months, yeah? Penny likes her ‘What we know, what we don’t’ lists, or we could make a regular list. Okay?”

I take a deep breath and exhale shakily.

“Okay.”

I've also signed up as an artist for @carryon-reverse-bang! This is a very early (read: the first) design of the head pattern:

Poor Simon looks absolutely squished xD There's a reason us pattern designers do so much frogging and so many trials haha. I don't have any more recent photos, though, so that's what I've got.

And I'm planning to write for @ruthariweek! (Jumping into so many back-to-back fandom fests/events after a few-month fandom break may not have been the smartest plan. I am both overwhelmed and tired, but I don't regret anything.) The fic is pretty much complete, so here are some sentences I love.

...[Runaan] fidgets with the weapon on his prosthetic, opening and closing the knife.

Ethari throws himself into untangling his hair like he’s another one of his delicate creations, fingers dancing along his scalp and teasing through his long hair.

...the new king of Katolis (within whom he found a shared love of jelly tarts after apologizing)...

“My lovely, grumpy moonberry.”

Ethari catches him with ease (those artist’s arms), guiding him back down to the grass.

Do I take every possible opportunity to project my artist woes/strengths onto Ethari? Yes, yes I do. (Also yes, I will always write more disability rep :D)

Tagging @youarenevertooold @j-nipper-95 @bazzybelle @hoothalcyon @hushed-chorus @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @stitchyqueer @palimpsessed @ivelovedhimthroughworse @theearlgreymage @ic3-que3n @valeffelees @yeonjunenby @letraspal @angelsfalling16 @moodandmist @forabeatofadrum @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature and anyone else I'm missing 💖💖

#my writing #wip wednesday #lavender hearts #carry on reverse bang #ruthari week 2023 #ruthariweek2023 #carry on through the ages #cotta 2023 #wipsday

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kradogsrats · 1 month

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personally dying over Ethari's long hair of sorrow

#tdp spoilers #s6 spoilers #the dragon prince spoilers

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ask-ethari-anything · 11 months

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1. Have their ever been elves that got their markings glow on their body?

2. Do you think Callum would do a good job on painting rayla markings when she needs them painted again?

3. Do you think rayla’s new bun hairstyle

Is cute? She even brought the braid back. I wonder how long her hair is now?

Well, the answer to your first one is pretty easy:

But they don't glow all the time, at least for me. Very special conditions apply!

Since Callum is an artist, I expect he has a steady hand and would do Rayla's markings justice.

And I'm all in favor of Rayla's lovely hairstyle. Where do you think she got that braid?

#ask ethari #long white elf hair #rayla #my little girl is all grown up and saving xadia #and looking fab doing it

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hoothalcyon · 9 months

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Sleepy: a ficlet

based off of the above panel from the comic found here

The enticing aroma of steaming tea filtered through the air and Ethari’s senses as he nursed the green mug full of the aforementioned goodness. By his side, an equally calming weight had long since sunken into him, pleasantly still. Runaan was a quiet presence, and certainly a welcome one. Ethari would occasionally part from his drink to glance at the pages of his book, or plant a kiss to the back of his ear or head. It wasn’t until Ethari had finished his tea that he felt compelled to press further.

Leaning into the warmth beside him, he abandoned his mug to a nearby table to wrap his arms around his husband’s chest, pulling him closer. Unperturbed, Runaan let him—a small sigh of contentment leaving him. Ethari let his eyes close as he enveloped himself in soft white hair and the sweet scents that came with it. Though he couldn’t discern it, Runaan’s attention had drifted from the contents of the pages in front of him—especially as he caught onto the ever soft breathing falling between his horns.

Before Runaan could fall victim to the sleepy sickness hanging in the air, Ethari’s grip on him tightened before loosening, like a heart beat. Runaan gave an inquiring hum.

“Care to switch places?” Ethari offered, his voice heavy with sleep.

Smiling to himself, Runaan brought his husband’s hand to his lips. “Sure.”

Ethari had soon turned so that he was now burrowed into Runaan’s chest, leaning in as close as he could. His eyes shut once more as Runaan put his book aside—eagerly awaiting his next move.

Unsurprisingly, Runaan approached him with the utmost tenderness, beginning with pulling a blanket over him before gently sorting out his hair, brushing through it with the same carefulness they would with Rayla after she’d gotten herself into a bramble-filled situation.

Ethari rubbed his cheek against him in approval, rumbling pleasantly. “Darling...” He murmured.

Runaan’s heart leapt. “Comfortable?”

He nodded. “Very much so.”

“Good,” he affirmed. He soon returned to his book, careful not to drop it as he continued caressing his husband wherever he could. Ethari tugged the soft blanket further upwards before welcoming a brief, yet refreshing slumber.

#runaan #ethari #ruthari #the dragon prince

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numptypylon · 10 months

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The bowl wasn’t where it was supposed to.

Or… it was, was the thing.

Since… Runaan… he hadn’t bothered to but his porridge bowl in the bottom cabinet, because he just used the same single one every morning and left it to air dry. Runaan, for all his amazing qualities, had been wanting in clutter-tolerance.

And yet, the bowl was in the bottom cabinet.

Ethari had thought… the food that had gone missing… that adoraburrs had gotten into the house or the neighbor’s bottomless pit of a 13-year-old boy had gotten hungry and snuck in.

But now…?

There wasn’t a single thing not where it was supposed to be.

But once he had seen that bowl in the bottom cabinet, where it was supposed to go but hadn’t, he saw other things.

An indent in the couch cushions, not big enough to have been his arse. And besides, he never sat there in the couch because that had been her spot-

Hair on his brush too long to have been his.

Missing teeth cleaner pods.

A rag at the bottom of the laundry basket with a pinkish stain that made his stomach clench.

Ethari got a mirror-polished, wide-bladed dagger from the forge, before heading upstairs.

The bed in Rayla’s room made too well, too carefully, too recently.

Footsteps in the layer of dust on the floor.

Marks in the dust, like from her old toy chest Lain and him had made for her, having been pulled out from under the bed.

Nothing missing though, everything was in its place.

It was definitely her. Who else would have broken into his house and left barely a trace and slept in his child’s bed and then made the bed and looked at her things without taking anything.

Ethari’s fingers graced the soft fur of her old winter hat that he’d pretended he didn’t know she had kept.

There had been so much pretense. Maybe if there’d been less, she-

Ethari bit down on the choking thing in his throat, and pretended, for a bit longer, because he had brought the dagger for a reason and maybe… maybe he had time to find her still, to stop her, this time, from going off on a dark path she was too young and too good for.

But there was nothing, just mirrored reflections of empty corners and empty beds.

She was already gone.

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The second of a series of drabbles about Rayla during the time skip, from various characters’ pov that she encounters, or in this case, doesn’t. First was Nyx, it’s in the [outside in] tag

There's a few references in this to the Silvergrove chapter of Upside Downtime, my Rayla pov missing canon scenes fic. That chapter can be read without reading the rest of the fic, if you want more moonfam angst.

#rayla #tdp #the dragon prince #moonfam #ethari #numpty fic tag #outside in

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beautifulterriblequeen · 1 month

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heyo! so i stumbled on this theory of yours 2 days ago and aaa i love it —

https://www.tumblr.com/beautifulterriblequeen/184887201620/mirror-checks-runaan-and-aaravos?source=share

but i’m so curious, could you explain?

what’s the reversing effect and reversed reflection? i’m a bit confused from this point, i looked a bit into one-way glass and im still confused yeah :P

somewhat unrelated but this theory is SO` much to me if it’s true bc i’ve been wanting to write aaravos povfor ages and it would basically solidify that 1. aaravos can see out of the mirror when the other side is still light as long as his side is dark (it wasn’t clear in canon if both sides had to be dark for him to see out) and 2. he can tell when he’s being watched and 3. i just find it interesting that he would have possibly been watching runaan in this case so yeah odsjfsdkafasldjfsldkf so yea i’d really like to learn more about what it means/is based on 🙏

Aww I love this old theory! The tldr is this: when someone's reflection in a surface is backward from how it should appear, there's magic involved.

We see this happen multiple times, but not everywhere that it probably should, so it could just be a repeated animation error. Still, it's been entertaining to think about, all these years.

Runaan's reflection should show his chest markings and broken horn on the other side of his body if this was just a normal mirror reflection, but instead it looks like we're looking directly at him, instead of at a mirror image. It could've been a single error with his reflection, but since I found more like this, it made me think the mirror might be up to something.

Rayla's reflection in Ethari's sword is actually correct - but Ethari's is wrong. You can see his fringe right there in the frame, yet it's not reflected correctly, it's oddly on the far side of his face, which should not be possible unless magic is at work. Or, again, animation error.

I thought this might have to do with the fact that he ghosted her, and the Moon magic was affecting the reflection. But in the pond outside the tree house, both of their reflections are correct. So hmm.

And here's Viren, before and after "activating" the magic mirror. If you watch his hair specifically, you can see his reflection goes one way, and then the other. This felt deliberate, and made me think there was something to the other scenes, and to the idea as a whole.

When the dragang looks into the mirror back in the Storm Spire in S4, everyone's reflections are correct, but we don't get a shot of them just as the mirror is turning on.

In the end, it's inconclusive. It's very possible that, in earlier seasons, more reflection errors just happened and no one caught them, but as time went on more of those scenes were animated correctly. Time will tell, but honestly I've set this theory down as "it's really fun but I don't think it's canon."

As for your points, I would love for Aaravos to have the power to look out anytime he wanted to. His powers are diminished, but he's still incredibly gifted with magic. If he could see out at any time, that gives him so much information to work with! He would have seen any conversations that Avizandum and Zubeia had. He'd have seen Zym's egg. He'd have seen Viren pondering how to turn the thing on.

And just like you mentioned, he'd have seen Runaan getting coined. I've checked - the mirror was definitely pointing in such a way that an observer would have seen it happen.

These are all situations that give Aaravos information, which is his bread and butter when he's trying to get what he wants - freedom. So I do hope he can do that.

One thing he can definitely do is your 2nd point, though! When the dragang and Zubeia turned the mirror on in the Storm Spire, Aaravos immediately knew even though his back was to the mirror, and he turned around to approach, seeking who had activated it.

The way that little spin immediately told on him for fooling Viren back in S2 though 😂 omg. All that business with adjusting cloaks and going in and out of doors and pretending to search the shelves for a book but just leaving instead, and the great dramatic reveal that Aaravos could also darken his room and see Viren, thereby catching up to the great and clever human mage and owing him everything for making contact... it was all for show!

Aaravos knew Viren was there from the very beginning, just like he knew Callum was there, and he led him a merry chase, getting him curious and intrigued and hungry for power before closing the trap and binding them together with the caterpillar spell that resulted in Sir Sparklepuff and a (hopefully) foolproof way to free him from his prison as long as the human played his role.

Oops!

The mirror is broken now, so we might not get any further lore or interactions with it, but it sure was a fun magical artifact. I'm never going to look at a reflective surface quite the same again.

#asks #thanks for the ask!#aaravos #runaan #viren got played so hard #tdp #tdp theory

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