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Upon Simon’s request Lord Milori came back to his place of living another day. He chose one where the sun was only accompanied by a select amount of clouds and the temperature was not devastatingly warm. The latter portion was simply for himself so that he would not feel like he was melting by stepping around on the pavement that had been insistently poured upon the Earth for roads and walkways. Milroi detested it as it did nothing but trap heat to release upon those who were brave enough to venture over it. 

It was also already Summer, his least favorite of the seasons, for obvious reasons, though he would never say that aloud. Nor should he need to. It was an unspoken bias that no fairy would confirm, but neither would they deny what their favorite season or time of year was as they were supposed to love them all equally. In the end it all counter balanced itself and the world kept spinning. 

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Toulouse did not have any reason to be in the flower shoppe. He had no one to give flowers to. Perhaps, his mother deserved a bouquet. She did, there was no perhaps, but Lou still felt too bitter to even consider it. Maybe he should just grab one for Marie. He knew it would make her smile. She had not been smiling much at him these days, just watching him, with those wide, dark eyes of hers, like she was just sucking up all the information she needed. 

Maybe he would get some for Berlioz as a joke--but, no, that oaf used to get him flowers. It’d probably set him off into a fit of tears, and he had been so good about not crying these days. 

(Lou was the one always crying. Though, unlike Berlioz, he was good at waiting until he was alone to cry.) 

Perhaps Sophie would like some to brighten up her shoppe. But, he would have to do some digging to find out her favourites. He would not want to presume. 

He was here, really, because he missed the forest. He missed the paths and the fairies. Missed being able to curl up under a tree for a nap or sit by a stream and paint for hours, lost in its laughter. 

Maybe he would paint. He had not done that in a while. 

His fingers drifted lightly over a few flowers, tilting his head to one side. 

“Which of these would make the best splatter pattern?” he mused, mostly to himself, unaware if anyone was nearby.

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It was early in the morning as Ellie took advantage of not feeling a peak of fatigue at the moment. She never knew when the fatigue would hit, the dizziness and complete loss of all motivation, so when it wasn’t around, the redhead took as much of an advantage as she could. 

Her feet lead her to the park, the ginger enjoying the morning dew that attached itself to her skin and the lingering fog that wrapped around her. It was a beauty she never experienced much back in the states and one that brought about a sense of calmness, melted all those impending thoughts of upcoming surgery and her cancer that were clouding her mind. She had reached her destination parking herself on the nearest bench.

There didn’t seem to be much of anyone around, which was fine. Ellie had her violin case in hand, and had opened it to take out the cherished instrument, because of the cancer-related fatigue she hadn’t been able to play much, so now was her chance, maybe the birds would be her lovely audience. 

Without hesitation she began to play a Lindsey Stirling composition, the song beautifully spilling from her violin. Ellie had been so lost in the piece that she hadn’t notice that there actually was someone else with her in the park. Stopping once she realized the stranger’s presence, she offered him a smile. “Oh, hi there! I’m sorry... I hadn’t noticed that anyone else was around.”

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Sometimes it felt like there was never enough time in the world. Even with his prolonged life span he always felt pressed by the construct. There was always something he needed to be doing, always somewhere he needed to be, always someone who needed him for one reason for another. Milori did not mind, for a moment, to be preoccupied by the responsibilities that he had been gifted. He hadn’t agreed to take on the job had he not been prepared for what was expected of him.

But there were times he needed to step away. It was important that he keep relationships to the fairies around him one that allowed him to be approachable instead of an absent leader. Respect was key, yes, but if it was derived from fear rather than judgement he would rather not have it at all. Sometimes the day would get the better of him and he would slack on making the rounds to see friends, but he tried his best to keep up. 

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One of the only good things about coming here was that it was still winter in this region. It was just enough to keep him at ease as he carried himself down the Main Street of the town he had once thought the most fascinating of places. It had changed a lot since he had left. And yet it hadn’t changed much at all. People walked passed him, shivering at his lack of coat, gloves, hat. He was more concerned with the buildings and the...automobiles that had advanced heavily. 

That was until he felt a familiar kind of magic. The kind he was so attuned to that it was just a constant state of being for him. Milori was always surrounded by fairies, so he normally didn’t notice it anymore. Except now, when he had been far away from them for the first time in a long time. Yes, the distance from the forest to the town was a long one in his book.

Milori wasted no time, he honed in on the magic, looking from person to person that were walking around him as he stood in the middle of the pavement, trying to pin point who it was coming from, sifting through some of the other magic flitting around. A door just down the ways opened, and he saw a young man stepping into it. A fairy, another fairy, one he didn’t recognize. He must be from the Hollow, and hadn’t been there when they had arrived. Milori wasted no more time and quickly walked to catch up. He followed in suit, stepping into the door the fairy had gone through. 

It seemed to be some sort of market. Milori walked around the shelves until he finally spotted the young man. He made his way over shortly.