this time [★] mother's day

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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

While Gael had lost his mother many, many years ago, the loss of Aine's still lingered heavily in its relative recentness in comparison.  It was a grief the vulpine rarely ever discussed, much less with any outside of his family -- private with those painful feelings.

Even at the sight of something like forget-me-nots, the faerie withheld.  He padded over to the temple and blooming flowers in silence, expression entirely neutral save the gentle melancholy in his eyes.  His perked ears twitched, heavy breath escaping his chest.

They had lived in a meadow in the countryside; Salome had more than enough room to encourage the growth of any flower she wanted, including an ocean forget-me-nots.  A carpet of blue once stretched from the door to the nearby woods.  Now the memory rested in the flowers and across a canvas in his room.

"They look perfect, Lottie," he offered quietly.

Considering his daughter seemed sad enough, Gael opted to shift the topic slightly, glancing once at Westley in a moment of thought.  They had yet to have a private discussion -- withholding everything they each knew of each other in public, but the vulpine knew the other likely had questions about this particular matter.

"Do any of you have a favorite flower?"

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent