A Wreath for Samhain

He watched as she crossed the greenhouse and attacked a branch of purple flowers. Adding them to her collection. His lips twitched in a smile as he watched. He could only hope Gwyn wouldn’t begrudge the pup plucking as she pleased. But… he couldn’t imagine Gwyn having a stern word with anyone, least of all her new little niece.

“So I see” Mercury agreed as she mentioned wanting so many. Perhaps Gwyn would find this pup to be one interested in herbs and medicines as she grew. “I like the green lacy ones.” He said, pointing at one as he spoke. “These ones are called ferns” he added. He wasn’t a healer, but he could label a couple of the flowers. “If you're not sure what to do with them, perhaps we could pick a few and see if we can turn them into something?” he suggested.


"Mercury"