Who: Cassander, Brighid and OPEN What: A picnic under the Wishing Tree When: Early afternoon, May 1st Where: The Wishing Tree Rating: TBD, likely light with the presence of a child and all.
Brighid had insisted that her papa have a picnic with her amidst his work and so they had gathered up supplies together and made a small procession through the circus to the Wishing Tree. They had been hand in hand the whole time, swinging their arms while he carried the basket on the opposite shoulder. As much as Cassander enjoyed working at the circus and all the interesting sorts of creatures Brighid got to meet, he was loathed to admit it was probably not the best environment for her. She didn't get to be with children her age very much at all. Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he wasn't making the best decision for her... But she was happy and it wasn't like she could attend a human's public school, throwing Glamour around like she enjoyed.
They had been singing as they had walked along and still were once they reached the tree. "Níl tú a deich nó a haon déag fós," Cass intoned as he flicked the picnic blanket out to spread on the ground, not the best singer in the world but certainly fine enough by human standards, "Níl tú a deich nó a haon déag fós. Níl tú a deich nó a haon déag fós. Nuair a bheidh tú trí déag beidh tú mór."
Brighid did her best to help and straighten it out but she was more interested in sitting and getting to the snacks in their basket. They settled together and Cass handed her a small baggie of Teddy Grahams while he produced a sealed bowl containing a very ridiculously fresh salad. Brighid interrupted their song by suddenly asking, "Is it a good birfday, papa?"
Cassander paused as he held a cherry tomato between his fingers, "I think so. You know, I didn't celebrate it before you were born. Never seemed important." Then he popped the tomato in his mouth, chewing it while he thought. Humans liked to mark their age but he had never understood the reasoning. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a tug on his sleeve and a very soft, "You promised." Setting his bowl down, he straightened up quickly, "And so I did!" From the basket, he took out a number of lovely flowers and quietly started to weave them into two separate crowns. It was May Day, after all. They needed to be decorated accordingly. Brighid was content to watch, chomping on her Teddy Grahams like an animal.