GLORY AND GORE | pumpkins

[gael]

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The autumn season felt strangely disruptive in a lush environment.  While the jungle seemed little altered, hazel eyes caught little signs.  A number of neighboring treehouses sported new decorations, ranges of simple to elaborate.  An old memory lingered in his mind's eye, of trees thicker and higher, lit up like stars in the night.  An entire kingdom among the canopy.

Ardis transformed during autumn -- nothing stood untouched by the festivities.  The time before winter's cold brought harvest and entertainment.  Accustomed to the change, Gael almost forgot to register the signs spreading across the Pitt as the subtle announcement of All Hallow's Eve.

The moment he did someone may have punched him square in the gut.  The vulpine faltered where he stood, conducting his weekly survey of his child's garden.  He found the likelihood of Aine recalling her first Halloween slim.  A worthy question for a later time.

The faerie felt he should encourage some holiday festivities from their end.  This way the child experienced the proper traditions.  While Gael found the overall concept of Halloween on the foolish side of things, he acknowledged the appeal of such an entertaining holiday, embracing the supernatural.  In that spirit, the Irishman sought out his child, returning her to an open patch of grass close to her garden.

In the dirt he had planted a staple of Halloween.  Great orange pumpkins to arise.  Indeed, with steady encouragement Gael observed his daughter cause many of the plants to sprout forth from the ground, flourishing with unnatural pace.  Once he dictated they'd done enough and Aine to be worn-out, the fae set to toppling the pumpkins on their sides and rolling them through the jungle.

He could hear his daughter giggling behind him through the repeated journeys, until he'd amassed a number of pumpkins in the central marketplace.  "Here we are," he murmured, taking a seat beside the pseudo-patch, regarding Aine affectionately. "Good job, Lottie.  Why don't you pick one for the two of us? I'll show you how to carve it."

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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