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eadwulf grieve (eadwulf) wrote in dunwichgame,

Elation, like wounded pride, wasn't something Eadwulf liked to exhibit for long. He pushed himself to his feet. "I will have. Twins. Or some version of me, in another place. I met them once -- a long story." One he wasn't about to get into. He brought two fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle.

A moment later, Rösti pelted out of the trees at the edge of the property, paws eating up the dirt.

"My comeuppance for assaulting the Church of the Beam was to forget my daughters' names." Eadwulf gave the dog a pat on her way into the house, the closed the door behind her. "And though I asked, no one managed to retrieve that memory -- until now." No one had tried. Sylvie had never come back to him, after Gordo's midnight meeting. Sabrina was beset by sea gods.

As for Diana and her coven -- they had never seemed less useful.

Eadwulf shot Gordo an expectant look. "We've rested enough." Because if Gordo could do this one impossible thing, maybe there was a chance he could unravel Eadwulf's curse altogether.