Louis
Ragna came back looking as if he rolled in dirt and mud, and he was not happy about it. He keeps shaking his hair and shivering in disgust at himself, and it would stop for a moment when our eyes met. His eyes brighten and smile. Waving his garden rake as if it’s the most precious thing.
I can’t help but smile—this nymph, my mate, is a fool but maybe I’m the bigger fool. My aunt carries a basket full of flowers. It was just as she told me. Glass lilies and Moonlight roses. All look so fragile and graceful against the air. Stems are stark black with the petals waving at me. The lilies truly look like glass as I can see through their petals but could see the veins in them. The roses glow like moonlight, which is the first thing I noticed as they walk out of the darkness of the cavern
