The Silver Queen [AU]

[NPCs]

Zevran rambles on a bit more, sharing his own experiences with the Oak. After a few minutes of further conversation, Carver notices that a small clump of daises is staring at him.

[Carver Amell]

Daises. Are staring at me. Druids...

He edges closer, trying to be inconspicuous. Not that he's any good at it, just, he tries.

[NPCs]

There's a soft giggle, then a tiny person made of soft green moss, flowers, bark and trailing ivy vines is sitting there on the light grey stones in place of the clump of flowers. "Hello again, child of Malcolm and Leandra."

[Carver Amell]

It all comes rushing back -- the scent of moss, the high-pitched giggle, the feel of ivy across his skin. His eyes go wide, and he steps between her and Zevran. "You!" he hisses, pure fear without a hint of anger in it.

[NPCs]

The being blinks soft purple eyes with sunflower petal pupils. "You?"

[Tethras Clan]

"Carver?" Zevran asks, perhaps a bit more helpfully.

[Carver Amell]

He takes a deep breath, feelings of shame and self-loathing warring in his chest -- feelings he'd long since thought vanquished. "Keep away from me," he says, his voice shaky. "I-- I don't need you anymore."

[NPCs]

"Not for shape of skin and flesh," the being replies easily, still looking at him gently. Voice like rustling leaves and creaking branches, they continue, "but troubled is your mind and heart." Eyes blink and drift over the trio. "All of you. Heart wounds, heavy thoughts. Father felt it."

[Carver Amell]

"I-- I'm fine. St-stay, stay back. I--"

His face pale, absently, he reaches for Zevran's hand. The warmth seems to steady him somewhat; he closes his eyes, taking deeper breaths. What's happening to me? I can't calm down, my heart is pounding, my skin feels clammy.

[Isabela]

"Carver, breathe," says Bela gently, placing her hand on his shoulder. "it's alright."

[Tethras Clan]

"Carver, talk to us. What's wrong? Who is this?" Zevran asks gently, squeezing his hand tightly.

[NPCs]

The plant person seems content to wait, patiently, for Carver to gather himself. 

[Carver Amell]

"N-nobody. It's nothing. I'm-- I'm fine. It's fine. I'm Malcolm's son, she, she's a friend of my dad's."

[NPCs]

"He," the being says kindly. "I am Daughter, firstborn of Raplin's Daughters." A slow blink. "Most call me Dau," he adds, pronouncing it such that it rhymes with cow.

[Tethras Clan]

"...pleasure?" Zevran offers wanly.