You were, you were beautiful

Claudius Aston · 02-25-2011, 05:20 PM

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Claudius had always been described as ‘quiet’, ‘solemn’, and ‘reserved’; but today, these traits were even more apparent. He had not been the one to discover the body, but he had come to say goodbye upon hearing the news. They were a bit farther north, farther from where they bade farewell to an empty boat for Noir. That had only been five days ago, and even though he was still reeling from the pain of having to say goodbye to his sister for a second time, he thought it would be selfish to say farewell to Noir, but not to Theodoric. Claudius recognized the name and knew that his mother had known him. So, he came to represent himself and his mother, who could not be here. He hoped that one day she would return to AniWaya after she realized it was her home. He just wished she could have been here to say goodbye.

Claudius had his head bowed as he pondered these thoughts. He recalled that Theodoric had been the only remaining Gatlvska aside from himself. Hemming’s departure and now Theodoric’s death meant he was the only craftsman remaining. He wished Theodoric had not died – he had so much he wanted to learn from the wolf now that he was beginning to meet other tribesmembers. Why had it happened? It was so sad; Theodoric had been a very nice wolf. He had not deserved to die.

Claudius perked up his ears when he heard his fellow tribemembers speaking. They all used the words of the tribe, ones he had come to recognize as a Cherokee language, but had never spoken fluently. When it came to Claudius’ turn to speak, he tried, but feared he would make a fool of himself.

“W-w-wa… k-ken ta… tan… t-t-tan k-kan n… n-n… nic…i… u-un,” he stammered. By the end, his voice had quieted down to a whisper, sorely embarrassed he could not even utter a prayer for a friend.

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