Open Finished Lembas, Lammas, and Leavened

It took several moments for Ebvion to calm himself down. To think and realize what was happening and what had happed. Having Celeste hug him and show how much she cared was nice. If she really wanted to hurt him or his friends, she wouldn't have moved him away so quickly.

He was certainly surprised that she didn't immediately suspect his friends as being bad influences. They were affected by the cleansing spell. They were, according to the ritual, negative energies. But that didn't mean they were bad.

"I wasn't hurt. Only my friends... But we're okay. They're only a little angry." And distrustful of Celeste, but Ebvion ignored those whispers.

Trying to not focus on what just happened, Ebvion's eyes followed Celeste's quick glance to the altar. "Why would Lughna... uh... Lugh-na-sa-dh not care? I'd care if someone did a ritual for me." What kind of being was so selfish that they wouldn't care that they were being worshipped? Those who are the types who deserve to be forgotten and lose their power and influence in the process.

That was an unnerving thought. Losing power because people stopped worshipping you, even if you cared about everyone you were helping.

"Do you... Do you think that will happen to me? My court's not as strong anymore... and I'm the Monarch now... Will I get weaker if I don't save Mommy and the other kids fast enough?"

On some level, Ebvion understood that Celeste wasn't a well of infinite knowledge. She was a person with limited information like most others. So hearing her say that she doesn't know something as important as thing discouraged Ebvion. He wanted reassurance and got none.

"I don't think so. We always had kids around if that's what kept her powered... When our court was destroyed, there wasn't anyone there, but her powers were transferred to me." Going off that kind of logic, it didn't sound like worship was needed. "I think worshipping helps. There's no Monarch without their people."

He looked down at the floor and clenched his jaw in thought. He had barely any citizens (that he did not make). It wasn't good to let things go on like this for so long.

Ebvion tilted his head at Celeste. If she wanted to help, an altar wasn't what he needed. Or was it? He wasn't sure if that would be useful. Better to try it out than to not.

"Um... I don't know. Maybe. I think... If I tell you something, will you keep it a secret? And don't get angry... or get me in trouble." He didn't think that what he was working on was bad, but it was something that others might misunderstand if they didn't let him explain it.

Ebvion shifted in his seat, still unsure if he even wanted to tell Celeste. There was always the chance she was lying, despite her knowing how much he hated lies. But if he couldn't trust Celeste, who could he trust on this island?

"I want to save Mommy and the rest from the fae who destroyed her... my... our court. I've been looking for allies to invade the fae courts who took them," and confirm that they were still alive, "but I don't know if Altizica or Selkiris are strong enough. All I have are my dolls and the friends no one can see."