IC: Anniversary

[thekingsgambit]

[It's morning in the garden and the air is still slightly chill from the recently departed night. But such things are of little consequence to the young man who rests on his knees by the largest patch of lilies, recalling another day in a garden considerably larger than this one and the jubilant companion that raced ahead of him -- through the

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[ascendthethorns]

[She's a little girl now, dressed in this and wearing an expresion of confusion, and she's standing a couple metres in front of him, awaiting his notice.]

[thekingsgambit]

[Has closed his eyes for a moment after his address, not as though he expects some ethereal answer but more that it makes the ghosts of the past much easier to see in their former glory. Though glory would hardly be the word anyone would use.]

[ascendthethorns]

... who's Euphie?

[thekingsgambit]

[-- Who the hell?]