They’re so focused on the bowl that they nearly miss half of what Bastien says. They pick up on Fiat Lux, attempting to remember it for later when it might be useful. For now, though, they wonder what kind of games could be played, what kind of dancing there would be, what kind of music would be played and if it would be different from the sounds they’ve heard played along the halls of their home. “Oh.” They claim simply, crushing more of the petals until they look like they’re about done.
“I will know her papa.” They say quietly, looking up from the bowl to their father, honey brown eyes ringed with that sapphire blue of Rexanna’s gaze before it had been ripped from her that fateful LongNight.
Azrael picks up the mortar and pestle now, making their way to Bastien to hand it to him and see if it’s crushed to satisfaction before a wide grin spreads across their face. “Yeah! I wanna make a flower crown!”
“I will know her papa.” They say quietly, looking up from the bowl to their father, honey brown eyes ringed with that sapphire blue of Rexanna’s gaze before it had been ripped from her that fateful LongNight.
Azrael picks up the mortar and pestle now, making their way to Bastien to hand it to him and see if it’s crushed to satisfaction before a wide grin spreads across their face. “Yeah! I wanna make a flower crown!”
progress, not perfection
Azrael
