Laying to Rest
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 10:27 am
She watched Donnel, still locked in his unnatural slumber. She had her brother back after 17 years... But she really didn't.
Connor and Feris were dead. She could say that now. They were dead. She knew which brothers to lay to rest, but she still could not answer which sisters to lay down. She had made up her mind. Once Donnel was awake and well so he could stand with her, she would plan the anchors next event; A rauthite funeral.
She and Donnel would set two empty funeral rafts into the harbor at Ulgoth's. They would raise their bows together (assuming he could fire a bow), and they would set the rafts ablaze and watch them until they were no more. Then they would drink, eat, and celebrate the dead with what stories they could remember of Connor and Feris.
She caught herself crying again. Gods she was insufferably emotional at times. There was a time she thought them all dead, and shed no tears for them... Somehow knowing made it different. Cider placed his head in her lap, and when she looked at him, he licked her tears away. She smiled gently and hugged him fiercely.
"My parents wouldn't want a funeral until all my siblings are laid to rest," She told Cider, who nodded solemnly.
"Your sister is safe," Cider said softly, "But... If there is no reason important to the realms for you to know her, the spirits are not likely to just reveal her. I know how unfair that must seem."
She looked into his eyes that used to seem so ancient and neutral, and noted the softness and humanity settling into them. She looked down at her hands and said, "I know... And perhaps that is best. She has built a whole new life. She escaped and is safe. Perhaps it is best left that way though my heart aches to meet her. I have decided I will look for one year. If I do not find her... I will lay all my sisters to rest and then my parents. When all their fires have burnt out, I will erect a small stone alter to them by the anchor."
Cider closed his eyes and nestled closer, "So it shall be so, as the wise seer says it shall be."
She stroked his fur, eyes again falling to Donnel, "I wonder if he will want to come work as security for the Anchor or something. I would love to have him close... I feel the time is drawing in. I will face Marius soon, and I will kill him."
She left those words on the air for a moment then continued, "The time is close for the darkness to bow and the light to shine."
The hair on the back of her neck rose as whispers flooded her ears, "The darkness is here... It's here... And it knows your name..."
Cider's ears twitched as though he heard it as well. He looked up at her, she closed her eyes and said, "I'm ready."
In her mind she dreamed of the end to all this running and fighting. Her, Derik, the inn, her family (adopted and otherwise), and future children... For some reason she felt like Derik would want a daughter instead of a son. What a sight.

Connor and Feris were dead. She could say that now. They were dead. She knew which brothers to lay to rest, but she still could not answer which sisters to lay down. She had made up her mind. Once Donnel was awake and well so he could stand with her, she would plan the anchors next event; A rauthite funeral.
She and Donnel would set two empty funeral rafts into the harbor at Ulgoth's. They would raise their bows together (assuming he could fire a bow), and they would set the rafts ablaze and watch them until they were no more. Then they would drink, eat, and celebrate the dead with what stories they could remember of Connor and Feris.
She caught herself crying again. Gods she was insufferably emotional at times. There was a time she thought them all dead, and shed no tears for them... Somehow knowing made it different. Cider placed his head in her lap, and when she looked at him, he licked her tears away. She smiled gently and hugged him fiercely.
"My parents wouldn't want a funeral until all my siblings are laid to rest," She told Cider, who nodded solemnly.
"Your sister is safe," Cider said softly, "But... If there is no reason important to the realms for you to know her, the spirits are not likely to just reveal her. I know how unfair that must seem."
She looked into his eyes that used to seem so ancient and neutral, and noted the softness and humanity settling into them. She looked down at her hands and said, "I know... And perhaps that is best. She has built a whole new life. She escaped and is safe. Perhaps it is best left that way though my heart aches to meet her. I have decided I will look for one year. If I do not find her... I will lay all my sisters to rest and then my parents. When all their fires have burnt out, I will erect a small stone alter to them by the anchor."
Cider closed his eyes and nestled closer, "So it shall be so, as the wise seer says it shall be."
She stroked his fur, eyes again falling to Donnel, "I wonder if he will want to come work as security for the Anchor or something. I would love to have him close... I feel the time is drawing in. I will face Marius soon, and I will kill him."
She left those words on the air for a moment then continued, "The time is close for the darkness to bow and the light to shine."
The hair on the back of her neck rose as whispers flooded her ears, "The darkness is here... It's here... And it knows your name..."
Cider's ears twitched as though he heard it as well. He looked up at her, she closed her eyes and said, "I'm ready."
In her mind she dreamed of the end to all this running and fighting. Her, Derik, the inn, her family (adopted and otherwise), and future children... For some reason she felt like Derik would want a daughter instead of a son. What a sight.
