GLORY AND GORE | pumpkins

[gael]

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Only a gentle quirk of his brows announced the vulpine's curiosity, running through the possibilities Aine may not be familiar with the tradition since she was so young.  Halloween traditions hardly prevailed in conversations prior to the season.  Gael supposed he had not considered his daughter's affinity for plants before informing her of their next step.  An unfortunate strategic oversight.

His head tilted lightly, a kind smile playing on his lips.  "During Halloween, pumpkins are often carved... It's an old tradition, Lottie.  By carving a face and setting a candle inside a hollowed out pumpkin, we ward off evil spirits." An old, somewhat odd practice, but Gael considered the thought behind it.  The 'spirits' being warded off must not have liked the light, nor faces.  "... It's art, Lottie.  With a purpose.  'an we can make any sort of face you like, okay?"

His thoughts paused, taking a break as another voice infiltrated the air.  A steadily more familiar face known as Redvox. "Just givin' away actually," the faerie offered simply, shrugging his shoulders.  A shop presented interesting possibilities, yet reluctance to grow too comfortable in one place held him back. "Aine 'ere helped grow 'em; just in time if you like decorating for Halloween."

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

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