Viola & Lachlan | Town Circle | Midmorning
Lachlan spent the first few hours of that morning in the grounds of Hiraeth, encouraging flowers forth so that they too might celebrate the blessed day that was upon them. He was not yet at full strength, but even the passing of a few hours in the nighttime had been enough to provide a marked difference in the ease with which he used his gift. The previous afternoon had seen him assisting in the preparations for Turning, and he had done so with greater ease than he could ever have managed under Fade. But now, when even more of the poison had passed from his system, he was finally starting to feel whole once more.
So, when Lachlan felt that the gardens were suitably resplendent, and Morrie’s gift had been delivered to her door, he left to go down to the village. The shirt he wore was one of pale lilac, purposely plain so as not to detract any attention from the flowers he wore. Where he wore them varied. Some were woven through his dark hair that fell loosely about his shoulders, some were tucked into his pockets. They transient, as were all things, and were given out to people as he saw fit, only to be replaced by new ones when they responded in kind.
The next few hours were some of the most joyous Lachlan had experienced in years. Everyone was lighter on their feet, literally in Lukas Fox’s case, and that alone made it all worthwhile. And when he spied the mistress of the manor alone at one of the tables, constructing a complicated crown of flowers, he did not immediately turn and walk in the opposite direction. He was not in the habit of willingly spending time with Clovennians but...well...it was Turning and she had not been insufferable in their earlier journal exchange.
The frustrated exclamation was enough to prompt Lachlan into action and he stepped toward the table, not that the doctor seemed to notice when she was so intent on her task. He cleared his throat to make his presence known but held off on swooping in with possibly unwanted assistance. “May I?” he asked, his offered hand inches away from the loosened baby’s breath as he waited for her reply.