skill: flowerchild 1/5 [BWP - howlentine's!]

The little frown didn't go unnoticed, and Fox had the impulse to brush his thumb along the edge of it. He could not, however, and instead their shoulders were flush again, and he leaned in to give her a friendly nuzzle. That certainly didn't linger a moment longer than necessary. He didn't need to imagine how Fable felt now - he'd seen the girls all the same as she had. They were not his, and yet they were - and he would eviscerate anyone who dared say otherwise. He had seen them in the soft hours still nervous about thunderstorms; he had seen them as they soaked up all that Talamh had to offer. Seeing Aisling here and now, movie like he saw the jumps like a stuck fast-forward button, and they were completely blind sided by the depth of the message from this actor that you usually thought of as just the funny guy. She looked every bit grown and that thought caused a pang in his heart. Good thing kids never outgrow needing their mama's, right? He was a Mama's boy himself after all. Worlds away he still longed to have his mothers back and with him the same as he wished for his siblings to be back too.

She pointed out the attachment to Shiloh, and it wasn't wrong. All of the Goldencourtes seemed to be so interwoven. The roots were strong, and the branches flourished. It was a beautiful thing to see and from what he had heard of their old ancestral grounds of Awenasa, it might have been quite the same for the Kalis and Ansbjorns. Foxglove chuckled when Fable pointed out how there might actually be some merit to the saying. Fox had not expected the sudden sharp wrongness of seeing Epona and not Alistair together. Having one without the other truly felt like an anomaly. Fox nodded to the statement, although he did not know Amalthea he trusted her. It was enough that Fable and her family put their trust in her. Fox didn't want to think on the risks. They had enough here, after all.

Mythris was in shambles; strange fire illuminated their world. Foxglove let out a sigh and the inhale that followed filled his lungs with warmth. His aching toes did not scream at him anymore, and all that he was aware of was Fable and the fire. He was shocked when the little ember hit her nose, and he caught up to make sure she was okay. The wine! He laughed warmly now, open and at ease. Probably like that sunny young man she'd stumbled upon. I feel it all the way to my toes. He answered after a moment of hesitation while he tried to find the right way to describe it. It wasn't that his brain was incapable. But basic conversations about how he felt was't important at all. Instead, they were seemingly insignificant.

His gaze was lost in the fire for a moment, and he worried for a second at the corner of his lip. He felt relief, and hope, and full of warmth. I remember about half of that night.... He admitted and tore his eyes away from the fire to meet hers - seeing that she had been looking at him already. We got to go back. The memories of the night brought the haziest sort of bliss. Seeing everyone celebrating together had made him so happy. He remembered exhaustedly sitting down, and then Fable had somehow ended up next to him, head on his shoulder. The rest.....

Everything I get to share with you, I cherish. He didn't need to analyze anything; he just knew how grateful he was for her. She filled in all of the lonely parts in his soul, and she had managed to provide him what he had missed so much by means of a family. Parents, siblings (including a tense relationship with Shiloh for things outside anyone's control) and land to work and love. Bha thu radanta. (You were radiant.)

How selfish he was, to still want more of her.

Tha thu fhathast (You still are)...