Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

Of course.  She didn't acknowledge it, but she knew he would either do it or he would not.  Still... the first time, she'd been against it.  The second time, ambivalent.  Perhaps, if they were to have someone to look to, she'd need to instead seek it.  It was worth the try; it was not like it could do any harm.

She gazed out for a moment too, buffeted by the gentle pull of the waves.  It was beginning to chill in the water, but she wasn't ready to leave quiet yet.  He's unlike most of us, she finally said, with a small smile.  He's cheerful.  I think he could find joy in a rock, so long as nothing better was nearby.  There was a touch of laughter to the words, and a soft affection that was rarely directed at anything else.  I'd like to see him keep that. As much as he can.  

After a small pause, she realized the distance, and remembered who she was speaking to.  A mother can hope, she finished, with a small wry smile.

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