EDMUND
Edmund smiles into his cookie at the bit about his papa. So this was his recipe? Edmund wishes he could remember the taste of the ones that Locke had made himself. "Will you teach me how to make them one day mummy?" That way he could always remember his papa.
Edmund's head shoots up in concern at Maeve's gasp. "Are you ok mummy?" He glances at Aidon to see if he should be concerned but then his mummy is handing him the first present. He takes the green and gold present with reverence, eyes wide with wonder. "From papa?" The child eagerly begins to open his present, trying not to make too much of a mess of the paper. Soon it's open and Edmund looks to see what his papa left for him.
Edmund's head shoots up in concern at Maeve's gasp. "Are you ok mummy?" He glances at Aidon to see if he should be concerned but then his mummy is handing him the first present. He takes the green and gold present with reverence, eyes wide with wonder. "From papa?" The child eagerly begins to open his present, trying not to make too much of a mess of the paper. Soon it's open and Edmund looks to see what his papa left for him.
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
