Welcome to Gaia! ::

Closing the door to his home, Vynnris sighed as he looked at the painting in his hand. He hoped Inci would like it. It showed him and his son, and though he had made a few copies this was the original. He had been meaning to speak to her more but life and April Madness had just kept him too busy. Vynnris felt guilt and hoped that she did not feel ignored.

Carefully plucking a small bundle of wildflowers and a branch, he smiled. He hoped his friend would like the gifts from the surface. Carefully sealing it inside of a bottle, he grabbed three of the bright purple flowers he grew specifically for letters and walked to the beach.

"I hope she responds soon," he whispered as he set the flowers adrift and dove into the waters to their original meeting place. It has been far too long since we spoke.