The Truth Will Out

A strange wind blew through the clearing, as loud as it was sudden, and Lugh stopped in the middle of the yard to listen to its tidings. The gale wailed as it bent the trees - creaking and groaning in the tightening grasp of the very first spring storm - and as Lugh pensively lifted his gaze, he noted the darkened sky above that had all but swallowed the pale afternoon sun.

The weather had been much the same for the past week; cloudy with the promise of a gathering storm, but aside from occasional rain the coming change in season hadn't made itself all that known. By the looks of it that was about to change though, and with a quiet sigh he got back to work. They'd need to have enough dry firewood indoors to weather the storm, and perhaps another pail of water, and he definitely would need to check that snare too while he still had the chance.

Just in case.

It had been lonely in the House of Yarrow since Llyr and Medea's departure some weeks ago, there was no denying it. Without them around, and without Mordreaux especially, who he had kept close to his heart after another unnamed errand had called the man away from him, the sense of isolation was ever present. Not overwhelmingly so, but more than enough for Lugh to find himself sitting awake at night as of late rather than actually resting, just waiting for the next morning to arrive and chase the silence away with its birdsongs.

Daily there had been a tug at the golden ring around his wrist, and sometimes, he had returned the gesture. Just to let Mord know that... What exactly? That he was waiting, perhaps that was it.

Waiting to see him again, to talk, to soothe, and to apologize for what he could although even after days of mulling over his thoughts, no approach felt any more right to Lugh now than it had before. Or good enough, not in the sense that it could both shatter and mend the deep-seated fear that had persisted since their abrupt reunion in Namarast, anyway. The same hurt that continued to keep them apart even when under the same roof, it seemed. But... There was also a faint hope lingering in the air, left behind by Llyr's unexpected revival despite its harrowing cost.

The silent looks that had followed, the solemn words he and Mord had exchanged about wanting to remain by one another's side - no matter how painful their bond might become once more - all kept that hope burning in spite of the restlessness that dwelled right beneath it, and Lugh found himself feeling... Calm. Lonely, yes, but hopeful in his patience.

For now though he could only wait for Mord to return, preferably unharmed this time. Gods knew they were both perhaps unaging, but truly immortal they were not. Shaking his head Lugh pushed his restless thoughts aside as he disappeared behind the house to gather some of that firewood, the scent of rain hanging over the woods.

At least that peculiar neighbor of theirs had dropped by recently like Lugh had asked her to, much to his surprise. Livened things up a little.