Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

It was late afternoon by the time Brandr arrived back at Abaven. His jaws were aching but in general he was in good spirits. The festival and been enjoyable and he'd had a chance not only to craft a few items but also to win some prizes. Nestled in the bundle he had two flowers, blessed with a magic spell that would keep them fresh forever. At least, that's what he'd been told. Brandr wasn't sure what to make of all the mysticism but even if they were only pristine for a week or so it still struck him as a good gift for his wife and daughter. The loss of Storm had hit the little family hard and he wanted to do something that might put a smile on their faces.

He set his bundle down by their new den and called out. "Corentine! Lucine! I'm home!"