Is it to good to be true?

Rudyard nodded with Fern, “A part of me would enjoy this lasting a good while but the timing is a poor one.”  Rudyard glanced upwards at the sky, eyes squinting up in the direction of the sun and then back to the landscape.  A soft chuckle escapes, pointing towards a patch of grass, “last time we had creepy fireflies but look, this is so opposite.” In the direction, he pointed were bees dancing about between some white wildflowers.  “Out of season, not where you’d expect to find them and yet those bees look perfectly normal and act perfectly normal.  Peaceful.”

Rudy glanced to where Fern pointed, noting the flower growing out of the skull.  Rudy of course couldn’t read her thoughts of life in death but even if he had, his mind was going down a different path.  Rudyard didn’t care for how close life and death mingled there.  He only wanted to see life, at least until his children were born and old enough to care for themselves.  Rudyard would gladly fight for a cause but his mind was constantly focusing on his children.  Maybe it sounded like a broken record but perhaps that was how a first-time dad’s thoughts were supposed to sound?

Rudyard raised a brow at Fern suggesting the little flower is now one belonging to the family.  Lowering his head so that it's only a foot from the flower he whispers to it, “psst, you are now adopted by the Carpathius family little flower.  That means it's your job to be the strongest of every flower here.  Grow well.  We’ll be watching you.”

Rudyard's puff of a tail sways back and forth some as Fern gives him a little kiss.  Rudyard gently licks under her jaw in return.  Even if trouble did come from all of this, at least for now the weather was enjoyable, the sights and smells pleasant whenever he could hold off the worry.  

Looking all about them Rudy finally nods his head to the side, towards the castle.  “Let’s go back or now.  We can come out again tomorrow.  We'll have to see Willow again after all."  Yes, he named the flower.  "For now, I think we should go in and discuss names for our kids.  We could also get to know our nieces and nephews.  They can be like our practice before we have our own kids.”  Rudy couldn’t believe he’d become an uncle so close to becoming a father.  Art’s children were already wonderfully dear to him.

“It’s as if all this life came out in our world at the same time it's coming from within us.” A last thought with a sigh and starting to turn around unless Fern were to stop him.

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