Yes, I'm fully aware that Artemis is a he. I swear that's the only time I'm going to mess with you. ^^
He touched the rough bark of the oak tree, tracing the outward veins and knots on its surface. The sun was just rising over the Irish horizon. Everyone that needn't see had left to their underground home hours ago.
Sighing, the old man replaced the sprigs from last year. The memorial was in the exact spot of her kidnapping. The same spot as the wedding proposal. It was also the same place where they, and eventually, he, received both good tidings and bad.
After a few moments of wistful recollection, the widower drove off. The sprig of holly lay undisturbed, right next to the oak that started it all.