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_____It was even strange to know that not too far down the coast and slightly around the curvature of the shore was the very place where he had met his end and yet she was able to sit there as though nothing had happened at all. Rachias had buried him, or so she assumed, because she had been around and the carrion that had formerly circled the sky no longer did such a thing. Corona wondered if her mother had gone away and died if someone would have done the same for her. Even if it would have been a random stranger who dug and left an unmarked grave somewhere. Arkham had never been found so Corona also assumed that the fire had gotten him, letting him be ashes scattered in the wind.
_____And somewhere on the other side of that mountain, Ikatha and Baneesh were buried on the sandy shores where they had been born, right along with the others who had fought and died all in the name of their leaders. But she hardly remembered her litter mates that had died, they were distant memories altogether. Baneesh had been just as small as she was, but he had truly been the runt of their litter. He had taken the fiery personality of not listening and duly paid for it in the end; Gabriel could have met his end just as easily that day. Ikatha had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time months down the road. And their deaths had been avenged.
_____She didn't hear the hollering of the boy who was running down the shore, so she didn't turn to look at him either. It wasn't a case of ignoring him, but more of the fact that she was so engrossed in her own recollections by then that she was almost like a sitting corpse herself; eyes out of focus and slightly glazed while her hands worked with a mind of their own, pushing the sand around into a neat little mound.
_____It was even strange to know that not too far down the coast and slightly around the curvature of the shore was the very place where he had met his end and yet she was able to sit there as though nothing had happened at all. Rachias had buried him, or so she assumed, because she had been around and the carrion that had formerly circled the sky no longer did such a thing. Corona wondered if her mother had gone away and died if someone would have done the same for her. Even if it would have been a random stranger who dug and left an unmarked grave somewhere. Arkham had never been found so Corona also assumed that the fire had gotten him, letting him be ashes scattered in the wind.
_____And somewhere on the other side of that mountain, Ikatha and Baneesh were buried on the sandy shores where they had been born, right along with the others who had fought and died all in the name of their leaders. But she hardly remembered her litter mates that had died, they were distant memories altogether. Baneesh had been just as small as she was, but he had truly been the runt of their litter. He had taken the fiery personality of not listening and duly paid for it in the end; Gabriel could have met his end just as easily that day. Ikatha had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time months down the road. And their deaths had been avenged.
_____She didn't hear the hollering of the boy who was running down the shore, so she didn't turn to look at him either. It wasn't a case of ignoring him, but more of the fact that she was so engrossed in her own recollections by then that she was almost like a sitting corpse herself; eyes out of focus and slightly glazed while her hands worked with a mind of their own, pushing the sand around into a neat little mound.