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The gardeners had been irritated as of late. They kept finding crushed or picked flowers out in the garden. First they suspected Isaac and Amy, as they both were still kids and the most likely culprits, yet neither of them were behind it. Anastasia made sure it was the truth she was getting from them, but both her kids were in the clear. None of the other staff could come forward with an answer, even when questioned by the Master of the house himself. Regal wasn’t the sort to throw a fit over the state of the garden, but he knew how hard the gardeners worked on it and his heart went out to them for having that hard work torn apart. It wasn’t Anastasia could stand to see either.

Once they were finished for the day Anastasia set up a blanket and a small picnic for herself to keep watch. As a nobleman’s wife she didn’t really have any other matters to attend to, so she could sit there all afternoon. Hopefully she’d catch whoever was up to these shenanigans and put and end to them.

The time was passed with a book, one she could tear her attention away from if needed. The sound of a light giggle had her holding her breath as she looked up. There in the flowers were two fairies. One happily picking them and the other laying on top of them for a nap. A gasp escaped her as she stared.

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Isaac had been roused early that day and washed thoroughly before being dressed in his nicest clothes. His father said a noble from another country was coming for a visit and he had a son Isaac’s age. Isaac’s parents wanted him to befriend this boy. 

After all the fanfare of the visiting noble’s arrival had ended, the adults hurried off to speak amongst themselves, leaving Isaac and Marcus alone.

Alvin reflected to himself that when you hear the word “toddler”, the first thing you think of is someone who’s crawling.

He clasped his hands behind his head, and leaned back to study the wobbly little Prince, whose petite wings were beating frantically at just above his eye level.

“Hey there, munchkin,” he grinned, unlacing his fingers and offering an open hand to the little tyke to steady him. “Look at how good you’re doing. Daddy’s gonna have a hard time keeping up with you in a week or two. Mommy might last a little longer, until you figure out that whole speed thing.”

Marcus eyed the stranger suspiciously, then cautiously wrapped small fingers around Alvin’s hand. The heavy beating of his wings slowed to a more even pace as he leaned on him. Purple eyes met coffee-brown ones, and he blinked once, as if debating what he thought about the older man. Alvin reached out to ruffle the boy’s baby-fine blue hair.

About an hour later, Muzét and Gaius both paused, looked at each other, and said in unision, “It’s too quiet.”