The talk of all this beauty and finery broke his heart. He knew that he had no claim to Spring. What the Keepers had taken from him would not let the flower bloom. He was certain that all this would turn to ash.
He sighed and looked down at the ichor as it dripped from his fingers and faded into smoke. “We shouldn’t sugar coated. I don’t deserve these things. Make it for Sera. She will do justice to the design more than I ever could.”
To Mhairi he bowed his head, “I can never repay your welcome. Know that there are those who love the fear of cool wind against dry leaves. Warn them of the worst and keep them huddled close. Let them find comfort in one another, as you have offered me.”
He pushed himself from the table and stood. He saw himself out to return to the dark he knew would consume him somewhere.
Lucian exits the scene and Venue. I know this is probably the trickiest of the threads because of this, and I apologize for causing continuity issues.