Spring mornings brought a lulling peace that swept over the land in a bright and warm embrace. There were still those in Inaria who slumbered as the sun crept higher into the sky and the periwinkle hues of dawn's earliest lights began to fade into a pale hue of baby's blue. A light fog covered the low grassy areas of rolling hills and river beds, the old battlefields of wars long since past, and surrounded the roots of an old tree on a hill.

But she was always an early bird, and a light sleeper. The birdsong waking her every morning right before the sun even began to rise, she'd pull herself out of her den, embracing the slightly chilly air and watched as the day began, and Inaria awoke with life.

How long had it been since she lived secluded in the outskirts of the old kingdom? Where the purple trees were denser in numbers, and she wasn't nervous about other's seeing her face. They wouldn't even know her now, how different things had become.

However, this morning would be different, as the sun would burn away the fog, and a gentle breeze rustled through the jacaranda trees, purple blossoms budding and blossoming. Pale eyes would catch sight a familiar form cresting over the horizon. A surprise visit? She felt her heart flutter between anxious and genuine glee. As her son, her King, stood before her a, a smile pulled Haylyn's lips upward. "It's always a good morning when you're here with me, love." Came tender words, moving forward to close the distance and touch his nose with her own.

Stepping back she blinked at his words, and as he turned to show his sweet little daughter, her little darling of a granddaughter. Haylyn's smile grew wider, stepping closer to greet the chubby little girl. Elias. She'd heard him say, and the name dropped in her mind like a weight tied to her feet dragging her under a sea of emotions. The moment when a memory aches and you're only left with fragments, a hazy dream of what that person once was like. Ethereal, almost otherworldly, and you have to think... was it all real? "She's beautiful, Ghost." Came her soft voice, words that had been said when she had first visited these little babes, small and squirming.

There was a hitching pause as she tried and failed to blink away tears, tired eyes now bright and clear as her grandbaby greeted her. "Hi pretty girl!! Look at you, you've grown so big!" An airy light, doting tone. One parent's knew how to use all too well. "Do you know me? I'm your Grandma Haylyn. Do you know I love you very much, my pretty little girl!" Sing-song tones to match the birds that sang joyfully in the trees. If Elias didn't squirm or protest, the pale woman would gently pull the plump little pup from off her father's back and down onto the grass, lowering herself to keep eye contact. "Do you like flowers? Would you like to pick some with me?"