#mielikki sees a devil child with a good heart and blesses him with the form of a celestial so he can show his heart to all

[wellthebardsdead]

*Some more of The emerald grove devil au~*

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Falûne: *now in his 10th year, sighing and sitting alone on the hill overlooking the inner sanctum of the grove*

Halsin: *walks up to him with lunch* why so blue little moon?

Falûne: *looks up at him sadly* I can’t do it papa… I tried so hard but I just can’t wildshape. I tried every animal I could think of but nothing sticks…

Halsin: *smiles and sits beside him* well your wings do look quite bat like, have you tried a bat?

Falûne: yeah… I even tried a dragon but all I did was give myself a headache and made the squirrels laugh at me… everyone else here has animals they can shape into so easily but I can’t even get one right…

Halsin: don’t give up son… *pats between his horns and hands him his lunch* why don’t you spend this afternoon playing instead of practicing? A little break will help clear your head.

Falûne: maybe… *starts eating*

Halsin: you’ll find your path son, the oak father will guide you where you need to go.

*that afternoon as the sun sets and the moon begins to rise*

Falûne: *walking back up the hill from the beach with a bag of shells and a big stick to carry them on, his seemingly immortal large white pig Hen following beside him* do you ever feel, like you don’t belong here Hen?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: because I do… devils belong in hell and yet I’m here. Papa says Silvanus will give me guidance but will he want anything to do with me?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: I guess, I mean, I can talk to you and other animals so, maybe…

Hen: oin- *squeals and suddenly barrels off up the hill and to the grove as a large creature gallops into view*

Falûne: h-hen! I- *looks up in fright as a large horn points its tip directly at him before raising up slowly as a unicorn stares directly at him*

The unicorn: *looks at him silently, as if waiting for something* …

Falûne: h-hello.

The unicorn: *voice feminine but strong* Hello. *moves closer, curious as to why her mistress chose an infernal to bless*

Falûne: *nervously holds still, his little body trembling so hard the bag of shells begin to rattle as he holds up his hand and touches her shoulder in greeting* u-um… *looks at her to see her eye locked firmly onto him* c-can I help you?

The unicorn: no. I am here to help you in fact… lay worship as you would to the oak father… let my mistress heed your invitation…

Falûne: *too young to fully comprehend what she’s asking of him but understanding how to give offering* um… *feels his pockets but finds nothing before remembering his shells* oh! *sets his bag down and picks out the nicest ones with holes in them* um… *awkwardly takes hold of her mane and braids the shells into it* I-is that good?

The Unicorn: *almost smiles hearing her main clink like a wind chime, feeling a presence of the huntress as the gift is accepted* Yes… *steps back and rests her horn between his, it’s spiralled shape glowing a soft white as a blessing is cast* May the hunt, guide you. *turns and gallops off, disappearing into the trees as the chiming of her mane fades with her*

Falûne: … *watches her go and feels a strange energy course through him, inviting him almost to invoke a form* … *crouches down onto all fours and focuses on the presence before transforming into a unicorn foal* … I DID IT! PAPA I DID IT I DID IT! *whinnies and kicks his hooves as he gallops back into the grove kicking up dust as he goes*