#(sylvia.)

where: haunted cemetery tour.

when: during the February NOLA 2024 trip.

A haunted cemetery tour may not exactly have been what Gus Caldwell expected to be doing when he visited New Orleans, but with his curiosity and entertaining company, he couldn't really complain. "Have you ever been on one of these tours before? This is my first one," Gus uttered as he looked around the meeting spot area where the tour would begin. The sun was beginning to go down, the air was getting cooler, and Gus could tell that it was going to get more eerie as time moved on. "I mean, I've seen shows like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures, and maybe not all paranormal shows are one hundred percent authentic, but there must be some truth to them, right?"

 Warm air washed over her from the half opened window, the golden glint of dawn streaming over her as she stood in front of her mirror, going through her morning routine.  It was her favorite time of day—-  quiet, sacred and alone, she could almost allow herself a moment to forget about everything and just breathe; Yaena loved to wake up early before the world began to stir: put one of her vintage records on, fix herself a warm cup of lavender tea and take a cold five minute shower, preparing herself for the day; to top it off, three times a week, she would have her personal trainer come over-- and she always looked forward to their sessions, whether they did yoga or pilates or something a little more intense, it helped her feel more centered; healthier.     Today was no exception of course, but for whatever reason, she had miscalculated the time, and was running a bit late, still applying her rose water lotions and penciling in her dark brows, using new products from her own company, of course, as her trainer patiently waited for her ( in her defence, she had offered her both a cup of coffee and a homemade bagel )-- admittedly, Yaena was in a rather weird little mood and in no hurry to train this morning; she just wanted to stretch a little and just socialize to get her day started, so if anything, it was an excuse, and she was purposefully stalling for time; never mind that she had promised that she would totally go all out today; maybe next week? It seemed like it was one of those mornings where Sylvia would have to push and nag her to actually get any real training done. “how's the coffee?” she asked distractedly, with an aloof smile as she cast a look at her over the bend of her shoulder.

This MOTHER’S DAY, Andy spent the day with his mother, Rhea Thane. He arrived early to cook her breakfast, before spending the day doing whatever she wanted, only to end the day with a family dinner, with each Thane brother and their family’s in attendance. The day is spent with laughter, and joy -- With only a brief conversation shared between him and his mother during breakfast about Andy’s late daughter, Madison, and a question of what Rowan was doing to celebrate the holiday. He doesn’t answer either, happily changing the topic to something lighter. While spending the day tucked away in his mother’s home, Andy has three bouquets sent out for delivery in the mean time.

The first, arrived at the desk of Delphine Warren, Andy’s birth mother. Though the two aren’t close, and his relationship with her is strained, he still tries to at least send her flowers on Mother’s Day. A bouquet of orchids arrived in the middle of a math lesson with her second grade class, successfully causing her to lose the attention of her class with the commotion. The note attached merely says ‘Happy Mother’s day, Del. - AT’. 

The second arrived at the front door of Sylvia Warren’s apartment, Andy’s biological sister. The two are decently close, always making an effort to send one another cards on holidays, if they can’t call, or make time to visit. After the divorce, Sylvia and her son, Benny, came to visit each Mother’s Day while Andy was locked away, knowing the holiday was a difficult one for him. The only two people who know about this are Andy, and Rhea Thane. A large bouquet of hydrangea’s arrive at her door step, sending her once fussy one and a half year old into a fit of excitement, making the morning a bit brighter. The note attached contains something a bit more sincere, simple and right to the point -- ‘Thank you. Love you. Happy Mother’s Day. - Andy.’ He hears about how much Benny loves the flowers in a phone call shortly after the flower’s arrival.