Firefly Ravine all the way to cassadaga to commune with the dead

"do ye want t' flower?" came a voice from behind. calling from behind. the man was on the shore, having noticed the woman in passing. his voice had been raised to reach her, though the tune was friendly enough. pale blues would glance to the flower, unknown in origin to him, before glancing back at the pale woman. he did not step forward. he could tell she was carrying children, and therefore would be more prone to snapping at him for no reason. "I could get it fer ye." he'd offer kindly, his own belly holding no precious bundles to watch for. but until the man was given an invitation, he'd remain on the shoreline. respectful of her boundaries.