--A memory that your character cherishes--
Basil smiles. It’s the first genuine smile you’ve seen on their face since you left Troyke, and it is radiant. And sad. Tears well up in their eyes as they sit next to you.
“My mom? Oh, she was wonderful. One time - oh, boy,” They wipe at the tears crawling down their cheeks and laugh quietly. “She took me to a ruin on the outskirts of the Labyrinth Wood, it was so beautiful. So ancient. The remaining wall that stood was completely covered in Fairy Wings, are you familiar?”
You shake your head slightly and Basil nods, begins moving their hands in the intricate way that signals their casting of Druidcraft and before you can blink you’re showered in falling flower petals, pink and red, delicate, beautiful.
“They’re a climbing flower, kind of shaped like.. Well, fairy wings.”
You raise your hand to catch a petal, but each one passes harmlessly through your skin and disappears.
“The ruins had almost been entirely reclaimed by the forest, but I could see something on that remaining wall. When I pointed it out, mom... She acted surprised. Like she hadn’t noticed it. But she had to have, now that I think about it, she must have been pretending for my sake. She was so wonderful, like that.”
They pause to scrub at their face once more, to take a few calming breaths.
“We slowly pulled the vines back and found bits of an etching, it must have been a mural once, you could see slight discolorations that may have been paint..” Their brows furrow a bit.
“You couldn’t really see the details anymore, though. We sat there for hours, sketching out what we could see and trying to fill in the rest. The bits you could see were of two people, they seemed to be dancing. This,” they reach around to their pack and pull out their journal, something you never see them without. They open it to the first page and tilt it so you can see a few crude sketches of people in motion. “This was my work. It’s not the best, but mom said she really loved it.”
Basil goes quiet and you notice their shoulders have started to shake and the tears come heavier. You slip an arm around them and give a gentle squeeze, you want to comfort them but you know nothing will really dampen the pain of losing a parent, so you do the best you can, letting them cry on your shoulder.
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