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Artemisia Eternity · 04-14-2012, 01:32 AM

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315 → Some mild PP Sie, lemme know if you want me to change it.

The man from whom she drew most of her appearance was gone. She greatly preferred that to the word dead; there was less finality to it that way. No questions had bubbled forth from the youth since the instance in which she'd realized he would never be seen animated or surly under her jack-o-lantern gaze. As a matter of fact, she hadn't said a single word since the news had come crashing in like a guest uninvited. It was, perhaps, her own private way of mourning. She wasn't prepared for this, that much was apparent.

Artemisia had nothing to give to him save for the belt that Siv herself had given her, no gift to return, no solemn prayer that had swum up from the depths of her mind. Instead, folded delicately between the fingers and palm of her left hand was a simple goodbye, a letter. Everything was dark, there were no lights on in the cornucopia of her head today.

Following blindly behind her mother, the young-adult didn't look up from her feet during the walk to where Larkspur's funeral pyre had been built. Ocher colored shoulders slumped uncharacteristically, and for once in her life it seemed as though her mind was content to focus on this one matter at hand, grieving, instead of drawing her attention to the scenery or those who had already showed up. Only when her mother stopped walking and it was made painfully clear to the second-youngest daughter that they'd arrived at appropriate location did she look up. Instantly her gaze fell to the tapestry that hid the prodigious, dark-hued man. Reaching a strong hand up to grasp the forearm of her mother, she couldn't be entirely sure for whose benefit she did it. To wordlessly say she was there for her, that could be strong for her, or whether it was her, the child, that needed comforting.

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