[ It even manages to smell like home, Caduceus thinks as he takes a deep breath. Earth from recently (and not-so-recently) dug graves, all of the blessings from the Wildmother in greenery and that underlying scent of petrichor that somehow always seemed to waft from the walls of the temple.
His siblings laughing in their home. Tea brewing. Swallows building a nest in the ivy.
Cad opens his eyes to look at Fjord, and then smiles as he looks at the grave in question. The joke part kind of go over his head, because it's true. ]
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[ It even manages to smell like home, Caduceus thinks as he takes a deep breath. Earth from recently (and not-so-recently) dug graves, all of the blessings from the Wildmother in greenery and that underlying scent of petrichor that somehow always seemed to waft from the walls of the temple.
His siblings laughing in their home. Tea brewing. Swallows building a nest in the ivy.
Cad opens his eyes to look at Fjord, and then smiles as he looks at the grave in question. The joke part kind of go over his head, because it's true. ]
You have. It's the Loraine family. A bit sweeter.