Father-Son Time

Upon hearing his voice, Solaire spun around with a wide-eyed, stunned expression on his face like he'd just been caught with his paw in the cookie jar. Artorias turned a suspicious raised brow to his son, but smiled back to the boy's guilty grin as he only half confessed to trying to sneak into the greenhouse. Of course it was no surprise to Artorias; his blue and tan son had shown a fascination with all things botanical from the first moment he'd set foot out in the gardens. Solaire's excited exclamation about how many plants were in the greenhouse sparked a humored laugh from his sire, who simply glanced up through the glass to the veritable jungle of foliage that his sister and other pack mates had cultivated over the years within. "There are indeed, Sol! Your Aunt Gwyn spared no expense when it came to making her pride and joy," he explained. Solaire's next questions were both easy and difficult for the Aegis to answer—mostly because he knew only a barely passable amount about the specifics of plants to be of any use. Still, that wouldn't stop the father from trying to answer his son's inquiries.

Stepping up behind Solaire, Artorias leaned down and carefully scruffed the pup, hoisting his large son up and setting him on his back between his shoulders so he could lift Solaire up and give him a better view inside the greenhouse. "All those plants were either planted in there as seeds or were transplanted by your aunt for the most part. Many others in the pack have helped upkeep the greenhouse, but for the most part, this has been Gwynevere's doing." Walking with Solaire on his back, Artorias casually strode over towards the greenhouse door, moving as if he was simply circling the structure so he wouldn't tip off the surprise to Solaire. "Your aunt would be a better wolf to answer why there are so many different kinds. I know that many of them serve different purposes, like making all sorts of medicines, and some of the flowers are simply beautiful and smell nice. As for getting them rain, would you like me to show you?" Walking up to the door, Artorias pulled on the latch and opened the glass door, releasing the scent of loamy soil and fresh vegetation from within. Art lowered his body to the ground for his pup to disembark and grinned over his shoulder at Solaire, knowing the boy would be unable to resist exploring inside the great glass box.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"