The real sign of spring robins bring is their song.

[needsarobin]

It was a mild day on the island, warmer than it would have ever been on the same date back home. Tim approved of that and in all the activity, he didn't have time to give more than a passing thought to all the things that he'd have liked to include in this celebration. Alfred had worked miracles with the limited supplies on the island and it was

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[fallen_ancient]

At six p.m. sharp, not a moment before nor a moment after, Morgan arrives in the appointed place, dressed tastefully, if less festively than Mardi Gras, in her favorite celadon green wrap dress, having taken the liberty of leaving the Sangraal with Dick earlier in the day. That, as much as the opportunity to observe Timothy with his family and share with them, pleased her. It was rare, these days, that she could venture out without it, which meant a color palette she appreciated far less than the soothing, cooling blue-green, if she wished not to appear garish with the ruby about her neck.

Only her surface thoughts were that shallow, but she found she conversed more comfortably when she did not allow her mind to chase off after algorithms for her fractal portraits or speculations on the energy transfer required to bring so many to this place while she visited with acquaintances.

She had brought for a gift one such portrait, made of Dick in the days before Roy had returned home. Without knowing it, she had hit upon the colors of his old uniform - crimson, gold, and kelly green, with bold swaths of the royal blue in his current one. Perhaps the rotating self-recreating pattern had subconsciously come to include Timothy's colors as well, since the two were inextricably intertwined. In any event, she bore it on a personal computer to show to Dick and anyone else who asked, and then load into an external drive device for him to keep.