The past few seasons had been a flurry of activity and emotions. Becoming an Ancient and all of its consequences. His quest, his guild, his family. His mum left and only kept contact with letters until they finally met up and talked everything through. She'd helped him process his new life and all of the trauma he'd endured recently. Things were better now that they were meeting once a week with the help of their matching pendants. But things could be better.
His mum is still hurting and seeing that is painful for Edmund. Maeve needs time to heal, time to relax. Time without expectations and responsibilities forced upon her. It's a relief that she is finally getting it, but recovery is a work in progress. A journey that Edmund is more than willing to support her on.
He arrives at her house, a few minutes past their usual meeting time. Knocking on the door so as not to startle her by bursting in, Edmund calls out, "Mum? It's me. I'm sorry I'm late. I got caught up in paperwork for the guild." He wants to yank the door open and rush in to hug her. But he fears the consequences of such a sudden movement. Splat hovers at his shoulder, debating eating the doorknob instead.
His mum is still hurting and seeing that is painful for Edmund. Maeve needs time to heal, time to relax. Time without expectations and responsibilities forced upon her. It's a relief that she is finally getting it, but recovery is a work in progress. A journey that Edmund is more than willing to support her on.
He arrives at her house, a few minutes past their usual meeting time. Knocking on the door so as not to startle her by bursting in, Edmund calls out, "Mum? It's me. I'm sorry I'm late. I got caught up in paperwork for the guild." He wants to yank the door open and rush in to hug her. But he fears the consequences of such a sudden movement. Splat hovers at his shoulder, debating eating the doorknob instead.
Edmund
Come dance in the shadows
