God's Garden Altar

Cassiela sat back for a long time, admiring the depiction of the altar in the gardens. She had witnessed many come and go. However, the ashen fae hadn't quite built up the courage to approach the mother and her children for herself. It cast a sense of maternal affection that was foreign to her. Quite frankly, startled her to some degree. It wasn't that she didn't love her own mother, their relationship was much colder than this. As cold as the winterlands. It was structured around pillars of routine and expectations. Duty. Honor. Responsibility. Traits that lacked the warmth that she witnessed here.

After some time elapsed, and a lull came through vacant of passerbys, she finally found the strength she had been working to summon to close the distance. But as she approached, and all the little creatures came out, it brought a soft grin to her face. "Yes, of course." Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the stained green conch shell that she had taken from Emerald Island. She couldn't imagine a better place for it. Gently handing it off, she gave a soft nod, before retreating back to the edge of the garden to watch at a distance.