EDMUND
Edmund holds the necklace with near reverence, trying to picture his papa in the garden. "Wow. I love it." The child murmurs quietly, a small smile present. To have a connection not just to his papa, but his papa's mummy? That felt really nice to him, a soothing reminder of Locke.
Edmund leans into his mummy's hand as she neatens his hair, glancing up with a grin. "Can I help you in the garden too? Like papa did?" Being outside was the best and so was spending time with his mum. Helping her out was just a bonus. Though the child likely lacked the patience for proper gardening, he'd give it his best effort.
Edmund leans into his mummy's hand as she neatens his hair, glancing up with a grin. "Can I help you in the garden too? Like papa did?" Being outside was the best and so was spending time with his mum. Helping her out was just a bonus. Though the child likely lacked the patience for proper gardening, he'd give it his best effort.
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
