MOTHER

[a_gentle_boy]

[action]
[It was difficult to celebrate a holiday under the effects of mind control, no matter how subtle.  So he'd postponed his plans, just a few days.  The exact date wasn't of much importance to him - they hadn't even had this day in Tazmily - but the spirit of it . . . That was what he wanted to honor.

He holds a single sunflower, the mass of

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1; they may have enough CR for 2 but you don't have enough 1s |D

[mute_mystic]

[As the weather has gotten nicer, Silence has been spending more of his time when he's not working simply hanging around the park. The sunlight feels good on his wings, and maybe there's more to him that's similar to a butterfly than just the wings on his back. Most mystics seem to prefer dark, mysterious places...but not him.

Of course, spending awhile trapped in Omble probably helped his fondness for bright places a bit.

He spots Lucas while the boy is planting the flower, but something about his manner stops Silence from approaching immediately. Whatever he's up to, Lucas' demeanor suggests it's something of solemn importance...and, when the boy speaks aloud to his stinkbug, it quickly crystalizes the situation for Silence. Mother's Day, just a few days ago...and a boy asking his mother to be remembered. In the past tense.

Silence hesitates in the quiet after the boy finishes speaking, briefly debating whether it's his place to intrude on such a private moment at all. But he likes Lucas, and he doesn't like the thought of the boy mourning out here, alone, without Silence's offering at least some gesture of sympathy or respect. So, after a long moment, he - silently, of course - approaches.

Of course, with spring being here and the weather having warmed up, and this being the middle of the park...Silence is attracting some native butterflies. A few of these may precede him and clue Lucas in to his presence before Silence himself draws attention to it.]

Fine with me!

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas will sit quietly for a while after murmuring the remainder of his story to the stinkbug, setting it gently atop his knee. He notices the butterflies eventually - He even lifts his finger up and calls one over to land atop it. A short snatch of conversation passes before Lucas sends it fluttering back up into the air, then slowly turns his head in Silence's direction.]

Hi, Mr. Silence.

I guess you must look like a really big butterfly to them . . .

[mute_mystic]

[Silence sits down beside Lucas with a shrug and a smile, holding out a hand as a perch for a butterfly of his own. As far as he knows, he is part butterfly, though why regular butterflies would be attracted to him he honestly can't say.

Still, he can't complain. He's always liked them.

He glances sidelong at Lucas, quirking an eyebrow ever so slightly in a wordless question. The expression may be subtle, but the 'are you all right?' is as plain as words.]

[a_gentle_boy]

((I apologize for the lateness! As I noted earlier in the OoC comm, I'm on and off hiatus until the 29th. Feel free to ignore.))

[Lucas, astute at interpreting the intent and words of animals, is somewhat more attuned to understanding Silence than he might otherwise be, even if the question wasn't obvious. He'll keep his gaze up at the cloud of butterflies for a few moments before nodding.]

I'll be alright.

.....I guess I'm like this every now and then. It's always been a bad habit of mine.

[mute_mystic]

[Silence pats Lucas' shoulder comfortingly. He clearly doesn't find it bad or unreasonable that Lucas gets sad sometimes, particularly about this. He doubts there's much he can do to help, of course, aside from perhaps keep the boy company while he holds this...vigil, for lack of a better word.]