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"Yes, it is a Memory flower, they're rather plentiful in this area, however the Queen forbid them entering the castle, I managed to save one though, it is in the gardens." he explained, climbing the steps and looking at Lily, not at all bothered by the close space. "In a sense you can say they record time, but only for a brief moment. When my mother was alive the gardens used to be filled with them, and I used to play a lot in the gardens so it's only natural it would capture a memory with my mother and I." he opened his bedroom door, allowingh er to go in first before entering. he left the door open, after all, they'd be leaving the room quickly. "These, Lily, are stockings." he said, holding out a long pair of socks. "Your boots will go on over these, let me retrieve your coat." He said, going to a closet and opening it.

"You knew not of their name before?" He asked, laying out Lily's coat and hat on the bed, putting on his own. Just because he couldn't feel the cold didn't mean it still didn't affect his body. His sisters worried about that the most. he grabbed his hat, meaning to put it on until he felt Lily behind him. Please no, not again. The kiss to his cheek was surprising though, making him look back at her curiously. Wh-What?! "No, Lily I trust you." But it was too late, she had his hand, letting it just slowly travel up the thin fabric. He was thankful his room had no lamps, but the ones in the hall where tinged pink. Had he been closer they would have been darker, showing a more true version of how he felt at the moment. And then he felt the skin of the other's inner thigh, moving his hand when it was released and placing the hat on his head, swallowing and gathering his words. "Y-Your coat, Miss Lily. Good job on the stockings." he mumbled, the tips of his ears poking out from underneath the hat. Lily really had no shame, the door was open too. Was she going to be doing such things all day? Tempting him? The succubus was truly evil.

He could still feel the fabric and soft skin under his fingers, such a tempting feeling he had to get rid of. Turning, Elliot nodded, still fighting the urge to blush from the previous closeness as she moved against him. This time the blush couldn't be held back, the man's face turning pink as she kissed it. his ears were sensitive! The prince looked away, adjusting the hat to where his ears were entirely covered. "Outside, come along." He mumbled, unable to sentence his words as he exited the room, the lamps turning just as dark as his face was. Two phantom touches, he was not going to survive the day.

Elliot led her out, trying his hardest to compose himself, rubbing his fingers together in hopes of getting rid of that phantom feeling. He unknowingly passed a few servants, each one surprised at the pink tinge across the heir's face. Even bear ears noticed it, turning to try and get a better look but he was walking to quick. But the lamps were much darker then his face, a small explosion of purple appearing occasionally as he kept on trying to push down the feelings, only bringing forth new ones. he was glad to be outside where the lamps couldn't reach him, the wind quickly attacking and blowing around the two beings. Elliot couldn't feel it, but it was indeed cold, the barest hint of frost on the ground. "Less then thirty-two degrees if the grass is freezing." he muttered, taking Lily's hand again and leading her to the gardens.

Elliot's pace had slowed down somewhat, but they still reached the entrance quickly, the tall hedges providing some shelter from the wind. Ellot was unaware of the shiver which ran up his spine, keeping his hand tight around Lily's warm one, continuing to lead her in a direction separate from the one's the girl showed her. He paused, looking at the hedges before letting go and grabbing at something, almost a door, openign it and crawling inside, letting lily enter before closing it behind him, walking through the passage and coming to a nearly crystalline area, in he middle a small bluish and purple flower, looking as Crystalline as the rest of the area. He walked forward, kneeling down and gently touching the tip of the closed flower. It seemed to open, the memory surrounding them, Elliot turning.

The place was just as crystalline as in the memory, but behind them a small, five year old Elliot burst through the hedges, ears much to large on his head and silver eyes large. "Where's my present, Momma?" he asked, running around to peer into the other edges."

A woman emerged, the one from the picture the triplets had carelessly tossed, silver hair lifted in a ponytail, hair still reaching her waist. "Rewards come to those with patience, Elliot. Sit down." The child frowned, quickly sitting and closing his eyes. The previous queen smiled, digging through the hedges and pulling out a large metal box. "Here you are." She said, placing the box in front of him.

Opening his eyes Elliot looked at it, sloghtly dissapointed. "Does it have a sword?"

"Of course not, you're far to young for a sword."

"Father said I could have one when I'm older." he said, unlatching it and looking at the strange instrument. "Mom, violins are for girls." he said, sticking his tongue out.

The woman gave a soft laugh, picking it up. "This, Elliot, is a lute. They played it at the festival you were at. Remember?" And played a few strings. "Sadly I cannot play it, I play the harp, because I'm a girl." She teased.

Elliot still frowned, plucking at the strings. "I would have preferred a sword."

She laughed again, thoroughly enjoying the childish innocent. "When you are older, Elliot, now sit closer, let us both learn how to play this fickle thing."

And the flower closed, taking the memory with it, the prince chuckling. "I am not a master of the lute, but I do enjoy playing it."

"Lily?" he asked, ready to grab her away from the flower as she touched it, pausing as she closed her eyes instead. What was she doing? "What about it?" He asked cautiously, unable to raise his ears in the hat. They did not record one memory? That was impossible, every time he'd come to this flower it only replayed that one! he was ready to snap at the bentien before a new memory played around him, the prince turning curiously to find the scenery had changed to before this area was created. His mother and father taking a walk, smiling, happy, better times before the man got happy, bending to the woman's stomach. Had she just announced she was with child?

It faded out and moved to a new one, awkward strings being plucked as he turned, spotting his 14 year old self trying to play the lute again, fingertips red as he continued to try to play some tune his mother used to sing. Even now Elliot could not remember it. But soon the memory was gone like the first, leaving the prince and the bentien there in the alcove alone. "I... I was not aware." He said softly, turning back to look where his parents had previously been walking. Where... how did you learn that information, Lily?" he asked, looking back at her concerned, curious and worried all at once with just the smallest sense of longing.

He spoke to the flower? "Lily-" But cut himself off as she bent down to touch the flower one more. She was communicating with the flower? Soon the memory enveloped the two, making his eyes widen at his mother, himself swaddled and in a basket, mother singing and playing the harp, the beautiful music hitting his ears. He watched, looking at his mother with so much longing and love, standing there, wanting to reach out and touch her as the music filled the space. He took a step forward, cold hand reaching out to touch a hand but the memory faded, leaving him standing there, silver eyes wide with tears. Hand falling back to his side he turning away, covering his eyes and trying to regain his composure. "Yes," he said weakly. "That is the exact song." Thank you, thank you so much. "You are wonderful, Lily." He whispered, thankful he had his hat on so she couldn't see his ears lowered sadly against his head. "I am sorry, Mother."

The feeling of comfort and warmth started to enter the man, quickly conflicting with his current emotions and he gave a weak laugh. "I am happy, Lily. I am so happy." He said, keeping his eyes covered, looking up so the teen wouldn't see his face. "They are tears of joy, trust me." A lie, tears of mourning, longing, his mother was dead, but the lullaby, he was happy over that. 12 years he could not remember that melody, and for 12 years here merely had that one memory of receiving the lute. But he was worrying Lily.

With a shuddered breath he exhaled, blinking away the tears and removing his hand, looking at the sky. "No, Lily, thank you for that." he murmured again before looking down, smiling wealky. "But tell me, how can you communicate with plants? That is another rare ability we in the mountains do not have." he had to push the memories out, remove them from the back of his head.