S'kreet

Backstory

If S'kreet remembered more of his time in the Feywild, perhaps he would feel more his age now, at 34. Time is a funny thing there, and so are memories.

S'kreet was probably *almost* three when he found that strange place. Following bugs--this time very odd bugs, which seemed like a good sign. His little brother had always loved bugs. Everyone knew that where Rawk could be found, so could bugs. So naturally, bugs were also a good place to look for Rawk.
S'kreet had been young last time he saw him; Rawk had been even younger. But now, after maybe a year of searching, the habit of scanning for bugs remained--S'kreet had grown more knowledgable about the local entymology than most adults--but the reasoning why was growing dim. Hope was dying. He was reaching the point where he'd once again lived longer without Rawk than with him.

But these bugs were too strange to not follow.
And the invitation was too special to ignore.

In the feywild, it was so easy to forget loneliness. With so much beauty and magic all around, every day was so much more interesting. Here, he had the chance to grow into something that was more than just the product of a lost and grieving family. S'kreet met creatures, learned things, and collected secrets. Learning things was one sort of wonder, but secrets... secrets could be kept and traded like treasure. And when you shared them right, you gained more than you gave away.

S'kreet learned magic, too; he had always been deft with his little knife, but after he made some Extra Special friends, he found he could Hurt with his knife without even being close. That was a pretty fun discovery, and so useful for staying safe. There are many strange beings in the feywild, and the further away you can hide, the better.

After so long of a time--though not nearly long enough--S'kreet was needed in a different world. It wasn't home, and it wasn't here. And when he left, everything felt so different. Tatters of memories felt like dreams, and names he once knew felt like wisps of cloud on a hot day: precious, but gone too fast. His many secrets were buried deep; so deep and safe that not even he knew them.

But where he was going, he found friends, and that was good. Here, there were friends, and magic, and mushrooms, and (of course) bugs.

Notes

-Service dog: Moth | f | Blink Dog familiar
-*recently recovered from being 34 years old: a young adult. After a run-in with a ghost, he was magically aged 30 years until he was Restored

-age is a mystery: he was born many years ago, physically aged at a different rate, matured at a seperately different rate, and had some magical age whiplash so who knows