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"I think it's normal," Daizi replied, "Receiving an invitation means someone thought of you, and likes you well enough to want to spend time with you."

"It is hard to be so," Dark said, "especially when you are someone who has needed to be strong for so long." "I would invite her, and she may well decline the invitation, but I like inviting her," Daizi commented, choosing to kneel beside the grave to touch the grass which grew upon it, "She...

"They probably do need it," Daizi agreed, "When we have our picnic, we'll have to be sure to bring some of your Mum's favourite foods." Speaking then to the deceased, "We try hard to incorporate them, when you can. I've learned a lot about you..." Inhaling softly, she asked, "Do you think...

"It would not be our first," Dark said, at last speaking, "It may appear to others that we are corrupting you." "We are, just not in that way," Daizi joked. "We can have a picnic here, if you like. Ivy would like running around." "It would be our daughter who plays in a cemetery."

"That's okay," Daizi replied gently, "but I am glad to be welcomed here now. Ivy-Qadira," She said, turning towards her husband and toddler, "Can you say hi? This is where we can talk to Alec and Xander's Mum Tara, can you say hi?" A look of confusion came over Ivy's face, not understanding...

"That's true," Daizi agreed, turning her cane around in her hands, "And I didn't want to invite myself. Some places are more sacred than others."

Dark wasn't sure if it was right for him to speak up, although he had before. But although grief had walked alongside him for as long as he could recall, he did not have his own tombstones to mourn at, and didn't quite know the etiquette when at the grave of someone he had never known. Daizi...

Dark and Daizi followed their sons to Tara's grave, hand-in-hand. On his hip, Dark carried Ivy, who was gripping his beard with one hand and looking around curiously. This was an unfamiliar place for her, and she didn't understand why everyone's mood had changed, but she was old enough now to...

"What do you think about all of this?" Dark asked Ivy, tickling her under the chin. As always, she babbled back at him like she really understood, although to her credit, she was understanding more by the day. Her vocabulary was increasing rapidly, so more and more actual words were included...

"That is true," Dark agreed, "but she may not always want such things."

"Cooger lets her do messy stuff, when he watches her," Dark said, "and I am certain he supplies her with sweets when he thinks I will not notice." "I will." She promised, and there was no need to claim she meant it. In all her life, Daizi had only ever made one promise she had not meant, and...

"And how do you intend to be her fairy godfather?" Dark asked curiously. "I don't know much about horses, or their costs," Daizi admitted. Then, leaning over to tug on his sleeve, she told him, "But I'll dream it for you, if you don't want to risk being the one to carry the burden of it.

"Yes but that does not mean I like to think about it anymore than you like to think about how old Ivy will find you," Dark told him. "With money," Daizi agreed, "But you're crafty, and already have some sense about that. When you aren't in high school, and you have more time to work, you will...

"Depending on when you have kids, if you have them, I will hardly be the age most grandfathers are," Dark retorted. "That's true, but there is always somewhere," Daizi told him, "Is there anything like a marina but for horses, where you would pay rent on someone else's land?"

Dark stared at Alec for a few moments. Then he said, "I do not like thinking of myself as 'retro.'" "Money buys land," Daizi pointed out, "Ask your Uncle, he buys a lot of it."