[[OOC: After this.]]Teja has taken to the forest; he would hide in a grove where nobody ever comes, be by himself, and finally give vent to the grief that has broken open, afresh, when he heard what day it is.
Midsummer day.
Two of the three people that Teja has loved most, in his life, died on this day, many, many years apart.
Wandering aimlessly, Teja comes to a little pool among fir trees; the leaves of water lilies dot the surface, and the buds are indeed reddish. Teja had seen this place
in a dream some months ago, following one that might have been Totila. So the place, at least, exists.
Remembering the vision -- golden hair in the moonlight, skidding into the his friend on the slick mud -- Teja sinks to the ground, among the roots of a large, gnarled pine tree, and weeps, face pressed against the rough bark.
And when his tears finally have run out, he just stays there, huddled among the roots, not even feeling the wish to move. Bearing the incredible pain, the yearning for Totila, dead and lost forever, as it washes over him in wave after fresh wave, dulling the say, the summer, everything that would, until a short hour or so before, arouse Teja's attention.
Nothing can, now.
[[OOC2: Teja is depressed on midsummer, canonically. As I said on that post, it's not a competition to cheer Teja up, or a plot to find out what's wrong with him. He'll be like this for some days, then crawl out of it on his own. If your pup could believably find him in the woods, this post can be tagged -- but Teja will be curt at worst, apologetic and quiet at best. Unless it's about going to fight Brand, upon which Teja will be curt and grim but come along. A fight is about the only thing that rouses him from a depressive episode -- also canonically.-]] ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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