Mrs. Starchaser
The gardens of Silver Rest were just as lovely in autumn as they were in summer, but the weather was colder now, the air dryer. Many of the trees had turned hues or yellow, orange, and red. And the flower beds were not barren, for there were still some lovely evergreens that lined the walk. Celeste Rigel and her son, Atticus, walked hand-in-hand, the toddler boy tugging on his mother's arm.
Dressed in a pair of simple trousers, a long sweater, and a warm vest, Celeste looked the part of a mother today. She'd left her robes and formal attire at home, opting for something a bit more kid friendly. After all, it always seemed that Atticus found a way to spill something on her every day. Armed with a backpack of diapers, toys, and food, the two were ready for an afternoon of play.
Reaching into her bag, Celeste pulled out a knit hat. “Atticus, come get your hat on, please.” She said, but the toddler bolted out towards the large expanse of grass at the sight of it.
“Hey, Atti!” Celeste called, watching from the sidewalk.
With a sigh, she wandered after him. Today they would not be out here alone, at least she hoped. Celeste had sent along an invitation to the Master of the Order, [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] and his son. She'd seen the two around the temple several times, and she'd noted that Master Dragonsflame's son looked about the same age as her own – though she'd not seen him in any of her youngling classes yet.
She was interested in getting to know them both better. It would be nice to have another young friend for Atticus, and another friend for herself as well.