Exton

Grace looks up as the gallery doors open. A young woman, petite and slim, peeks inside. After a moments hesitation, she slips inside, followed by a smiling Twillon.

Grace nods to the Sidhe, watching as the woman meanders about, touching whatever she can.

Torrent closes the door behind him as he brings her a cup of tea.. His eyes light up as he notices the woman, then sees Twillon. The woman picks up a necklace made of colored glass. She holds it up and laughs as light paints a wall with stained glass reflections. Her eyes sparkle and Twillon nods. She hands the necklace to Grace.

"May I... purchase this item?"

Grace is about to answer when she notices the bonsai on her counter has burst into bloom. The crystalline flowers seem to glow. Torrent follows her gaze, then stares at Twillon. The blonde Sidhe Lord grins.

"Honey Girl..."

She giggles. "Yes Lord Torrent." She curtsies and smiles at Grace. "Twillon told me he would buy something for me. I like... this."

She holds it up to the light, watching the colors flash. Twillon pays Grace, then fastens the necklace in place around Weebit's throat. She runs a finger along the stones and plucks a flower from the tree. She touches it to one of Grace' hands and blows on it. The stem wraps gently around a finger and settles in face, then hardens. The blossom becomes the gemstones it resembles and Weebit smiles.

She looks up at the three others, happily beaming. "I did it! I made a ring like my mother did!" She glides to the door, nearly dancing. the words 'I did it, I did it..." floats back to them.

"Did the grafts take?"

Twillon shakes his head, losing his smile. "Not like we were hoping. The planes scarred around the edges. Her wings look worse now than before the Healers started, but her pain is less, and when she is this height, she barely feels it. It's the changing that is... well, climactic."

Weebit looks back from the door, waiting. Twillon kisses Grace' hand and murmurs his thanks before following his demifae. He glances back, eyes worried, then bows with a smile when Grace turns from the register.

Once outside, Weebit slips her hand in the crook of his arm, her eyes filled with tears. "Miss Grace is not well. She is like a hollow tree. A mere shell."

Twillon nods slowly. "She is human, Weebit. They fade from this world. Torrent will make her passing as easy as he can."

The demifae sighs. "Once the bloom is far gone, nothing brings it back. Ike said she wants her burial spot to be a garden." Her head nods very slowly. "I will make sure she is remembered. She has honored the small Fae in art, we will honor her in nature."

She stops by a cluster of flowers in a neighboring garden and whispers to the blooms. A winged fae darts upwards and sparkles momentarily, then darts off. Weebit grins at Twillon.

"Not all of us went back to the Fae Realm."