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Dawali Amara · 02-18-2011, 06:16 PM

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Backdated to: January 5th
Semi read-only. You two are free to post as much as you want and and pp Dawali? I've been vague on purpose Smile
Location: Grandfather's Tears

The frozen indigo of the springs was enticing. He had come here many times to stare at it in wonder, sometimes frightened and sometimes amazed. From time to time Gvihita had been met with questions when he returned to her - questions she refused to answer. She turned sour when he attempted to be philosophical with her, but he could not help it. The springs were a constant reminder of winter's deadliness, and yet so enchanting in their beauty. He had decided on this spot for their ritual, for Noir had always loved the beauty of vivid colors, though he assumed spring and summer had been her favorite seasons, what with the flowers and the sun, so alike her spirit. The cold bit his skin, easily penetrating his pitiful winter coat. He did not mind it. There was another chill somewhere inside him where the Aston children lived.

It was a tiny boat, filled with tiny things, and his regret. There was plenty of room for his regret. He should have been the one to end her murderer. He should have been burying her bones, but he did not know where they were. He feared for her spirit - would she find the things they sent in time? Would she wander hopelessly in darkness forever? He had failed his duties on so many levels for this one, pure soul. She had always been tiny to him - even when she had returned and so enthusiastically shown him how much she had grown. Still, the innocence about her was unchanged, and for that, Dawali prayed. He had placed what she might need in the boat, and he hummed a soft burial prayer as he pushed it onto the bumpy ice of the frozen spring. Winter burials were always strange, but come spring the water would whisk the little boat away and out where no AniWayan had ever traveled, where surely her spirit could find a place worthy of her beauty. The glow of an ember from the Great Fire grew less and less bright somewhere at the bottom of that boat. Perhaps she would see the light and seek its warmth. This was what he prayed for.

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