08-28-2008, 02:24 AM
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She would have taken him to the place where he belonged, that was, if he really had a place at all. Rachias couldn't think of where he might be meant to be, and thus she had laid him to rest in the place that he had been killed. Maybe he never really had a place. It had taken her days to bury him at all, the rains washing the sand away, uncovering what work that she had managed, until finally she had spent hours and hours hauling clay to him, packing it around him to ensure that it wouldn't be washed away. Now that it had all settled, now that the rain was no longer undoing her work and things had been finished, Rachias was ready to make it all complete. She heaved the large rock from the ground to make the very last stretch of the journey, head down and arms pulsing with pain, even as she hauled it along. It wouldn't mean much to anyone else, but it meant that she would know where her last brother was. She wouldn't lose him like she had Arkham. It wasn't until she was almost on top of his grave, just as she lifted her head to make sure she was near the spot that she needed to be, that she saw Corona, and she stopped in her tracks. |