#peacebloom

This particular day, Amelia was just a small girl of eight and her brother, Alfred was eleven. Her mother and father took to the city to shop for odds and ends, leaving Amelia with her brother. The two were out walking along the flowerbeds as Alfred showed his little sisters some of the ways of the harvest witch, as their mother and father taught him, “They are alive too ya know, Amelia. Jus’ like us. They need ta be loved and cared for and given righ’ and propeh respec’, jus’ like us.” Amelia watched in amazement as her elder brother pruned the dead leaves and petals away with barely any trouble at all. 

Her big silvery eyes turned upward to her brother and asked with a sweet, delicate voice, “Do ya think I will grow up to be jus’ as good with flowehs as you, Alfred?” The young man gave his sister a quick snap of a nod and a broad smile, “Of course ya will, ya name is Susanah Amelia Ly’on, jus’ like our grea; grandmotheh, ain’ i’? And she was the bes’ of us all a’ i’.” A proud smile spread across the young girl’s lips as she happily thought of her future.

Ameila’s silvery eyes shot open after picking up on a strange, new scent, shattering her fond memory. The young worgen lay flat on her back and was now in her human form. Soft whimpering cries could be heard and the young woman now sat up with inhuman speed, turning her head in the direction from which they came. She hopped to her feet, not caring to brush away the remnants of peacebloom that clung to her clothing and littered her chestnut hair. Slowly and quietly, the young woman made her way toward the sound, hearing it get closer with each step. She wandered up to the door of the Glass Garden that was open about shoulder width. She first peeked her head inside with her head canting from side to side, until finally she heard more whimpering coming from the corner by the entrance into the manor. She tugged the door open and quickly made her way over to see and there she was, Merlot with her three little puppies. 

Amelia’s eyes widened with a gasp escaping her lips, covering her mouth instantly. She dropped to her knees with a soft fit of squeals and giggles to see the little ones, “Oh, Merlo’ we have been searchin for ya all day. Tha’ is such a good girl. You are a motheh now and a righ’ good motheh ya are a’ tha’.” She curled her finger and stroked the back of it down the little corgi and collie mixed pups and Merlot hadn’t a care in the world that she did; she was exhausted. “Rowen is a fatheh now, too. Oh, Lady Ludlow is going ta be so exci’ed when I tell her, bu’ i’s ge’in la’e and I dare no’ dis’urb her.” The young woman spent the rest of the evening with Merlot and then moved her and her puppies to stay in her room for the night.