CASTLES MADE OF SAND ; flowers

[T. ROUX]

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

With his attention still on Dante practically glaring daggers at the hybrid, the boy was finally able to shift his attention to his best friend who had arrived at the scene shortly. At her question,  he would nod slowly and spoke with a faint smile on his maw "They sure are. I figured you'd like more flowers in your garden so I went and got a few," Where he had went to go get them would remain his secret though he doubted it was much of a secret to his best friend, staying in one place was odd to Ry. He almost felt like he was more of a nomad rather than someone who'd settle and plant his roots in one place though only time would tell.

At her next comments, he could feel his face growing warm and he would reply back with a somewhat timid smile on his maw "It was nothin really but I'm glad ya like em," Was what he decided to say at last, he didn't know what Aine was thinking exactly but he would be supportive of whatever his best friend decided to do.

BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN

— Reggan