Open: Takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime

[vineleaves]

The first day of Dark was difficult enough to get through. When the situation didn't improve after a few days, however, Dionysus really began to worry. That the house would stop cooperating when it comes to creating food at the same time his own powers of generation have become so severely diminished... it doesn't sit easy with him.

He is grateful that he still has some powers, but he's been finding it difficult to produce grapes or wine (or any related products) of any quality, whereas before it came to him like breathing. But he considers it his duty to do what he can to offset the dwindling supplies, so every day he spends a few hours creating what he can: grapes, raisins, cartons of grape juice, and of course, bottles of wine, before diligently distributing it to the various kitchens and eating-places in the house. Wherever he thinks people may go to look for something to eat. Should anyone need him, he shouldn't be too difficult to locate.

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[vineleaves]

‘Someone may need to go hunting for D-r-o. For food.’

[onthewillowsthere]

She can hunt. Catch fish.

[vineleaves]

“Oh of course you can hunt!” he says aloud, specifically to Drosera. “Ohhh and I bet you make even Artemis proud, such a ferocious thing you are too, you little perfect baby.”

He turns back to Galahad. ‘Good you are letting her hunt. Good exercise.’

[onthewillowsthere]

She's not tame. Wild animal. Good for her to be wild. He believes this-- that Magnus has made Drosera gentle, the way Percival could gentle any animal, wild or tame.

[vineleaves]

'Most of mine were tame. My brother A-P-O-L-L-O Apollo kept them. Like horses. For chariots. ...The sun.'

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad looks down at Dro, still chasing the raisin. Don't think D-r-o-s-e-r-a Drosera would pull a chariot. Not allow.

[vineleaves]

'Good for her! Not everyone needs a job.'

[onthewillowsthere]

He doesn't smile, and his straight, perfect posture doesn't shift, but Magnus or Claudius would be able to see how affectionate this look is. To Dionysus it may be less obvious. After a beat, his intent gaze flicks back to Dionysus.

C-l-a-u-d-i-u-s Claudius, using Claudius' C-snake-dragon name-sign, said you will marry us?

[vineleaves]

It takes a second for that to sink in. Claudius never actually mentioned the name of his fiancé as far as Dionysus can remember, so he didn't make the connection before now.

'Yes! Sorry! Didn't realize that was you at first! Congratulations!'

[onthewillowsthere]

A soft warmth of pride surges in Galahad's chest. He hopes people are congratulating Claudius -- it will make him so happy if something important to him is celebrated.

Thank you.

[vineleaves]

'No problem! The three of us should probably all sit down together some time and go over what the plans are.'

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad looks at him blankly. The planning will be Claudius', obviously, because he loves planning. This is the first time Galahad has considered that he might also be involved.

[vineleaves]

'Do you have any specific ideas?'

[onthewillowsthere]

No. He hesitates. I don't have to answer now?

[vineleaves]

'Of course not! Wedding's still a long time away!'

[onthewillowsthere]

I want him to be happy. Galahad rubs the braided band of his watch, soothing himself with its familiar texture. I want him to have what he wanted always. Wedding he wanted.

[vineleaves]

'That's very sweet. But remember it's your wedding too! If you think of anything specific you want make sure you let it known, ok?'

[onthewillowsthere]

It is, of course, always hard to read Galahad's expressionless face, but someone very perceptive might realize that he's feeling unexpectedly shy about this whole idea. Okay, he signs.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is definitely better at reading expressions that are, well, meant to be seen from the mezzanine. 'Wonderful!! I'm so happy for you, congratulations again!'

[onthewillowsthere]

Thank you. Another hesitation. Taking Drosera to fish now, because this is as much revelatory information as he can handle right now, and it's time to make an exit.

[vineleaves]

'Of course! I'm so glad I got to meet you finally, have a good rest of the day!' He gives Drosera a final pet, muttering some more nonsense babytalk at her as they leave.