Sun Mote Copse let the river run

Bye, mom, love you, Eljay said in return when mommy decided to take her leave. He nosed her cheek as she said good-bye and watched as she left then. Eljay cast a forlorn glance towards the clearing with the den, filled with memories and should've-been's, and then looked back at Maia as she continued their conversation. Stories and flowers. Flowers, fairytales or romances.

When Maia asked if Weejay was a romantic, Eljay had to have a think about it a little bit. He pondered for about twenty seconds before he concluded: I think so, yes. Honestly, Eljay wasn't too sure, but he could see many similarities between himself and Wiffle in Weejay and they were both romantics and idealists in many ways, he felt. Eljay was pretty sure Weejay'd love most of the stories he loved, too. Even though Weejay had also chosen a sadder story for the story telling. But a romantic, happy sort of story seemed a good idea right