Flowers in her hair

“Even if I’m not,” Crimson started. He sighed, absently squeezing Elise’s hand in return. “What if the wolf is? A sea witch could barely control it, how does ANYONE expect me to?”

“i suppose? i’ve never really thought of it as interesting, just something that… is.” she thought it was a bit pathetic, really, her father’s attempt. “really? i know a lot of people don’t have reasons for their name other than their parents thought it was pretty or cool.”

“let’s go to mini-golf first since it closes before the cinema does,” eirella said, walking forward with her arm around elise’s. “really? flores jr isn’t pushing you guys that hard, is she?”

“Um, no, I’ll have to go with ‘no’ for that one,” she laughed, before returning to her frown of concentration. “You have some sort of advantage, I swear…”

“thank you,” luna said with a small smile. “i’m pretty sure i was named because my father thought doing so would make the man in the moon happy.” and maybe do him a favour. it hadn’t worked, clearly.

“I’m just glad you’re okay –” Helen pulled her sister into another hug, shutting her eyes for a second, pecking a kiss on the top of Elise’s head. “Me, too. But I think he’s fine. He should be fine. He’s probably just…trying to process everything, especially with Crimson.” All they could do was guess. “Crimson’s okay. Physically, anyway. Lots of people have been bothering him about what he did. Bastards.”

“thanks, i’m sure i will,” luna said, taking a good look at the flowers now that they were closer. “i’m luna. it’s nice to meet you.”