NPCing Eris rather than having her actually respond, derp. :3
Draugr is by me!
Death did not frighten Draugr, young as she was. The hazel-furred youth understood what death meant: finality, the end, ceasing to be. Despite this knowledge, she did not fear death. Dra did not believe she could catch it from touching the dead man. She had not known him well, and yet she cared for him mechanically alongside her mother, working to ready him for the next life. She understood the necessity of such rituals. Spirits that were not sent along might hang around their bones, their former place of residence. Salsola's terrain had enough spirits: the lean, haggard forms of the man's many daughters were ghosts enough, Dra thought.
There was no smell of death out on the edge of Salsola's territory. Draugr attended her mother and the slave, peering at the servant with faint curiosity. Fearless or not, the terra cotta youth could not imagine willingly forsaking life for death. Perhaps this, too, could be attributed to her youth. Life was unlived as of yet for the drab-colored youth -- there were many weeks, months, and years before Dra, if she was lucky. Still, she was not so brazen as to question another's decisions. Her place was to serve here, not to question everyone incessantly. Such was the job for younger canines than Draugr Helsi.
One of the first to arrive was the sable-hued Auxiliary herself, a child or two -- less children and more adults now, Dra thought -- in tow. The Bambino's lavender eyes considered the leader a moment, her disheveled hair and tired eyes evidence enough of her mourning. Dra remained away from this one, preferring to lurk closer to her mother and the slave.
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