A requiem for them both
A starter for @ashenclerc
As happy as this festival had been so far, Larcei had heard of one tradition that she felt compelled to participate in, even if doing so hurt a little. She bought some flowers from one of the stalls, small white flowers, that reminded her of home. Then, she headed to the graveyard.
Of course, the one she wanted to mourn was not buried here. Nor was it likely that he was buried at all, having been one of countless victims in the slaughter that was called Belhalla. Father… she thought of the stories she’d been told of the man as she wandered between the gravestones, not knowing where to place the flowers. I hope, wherever you are now, you’re proud of me… she could feel the tears stating to form in her eyes as she walked, and was grateful that there were few people around.
As she continued, she thought of her mother. Maybe I should have bought more flowers… no, no… she scoulded herself as soon as the thought came to her. Left alone with her thoughts, more were tears coming. She gently slapped both her cheeks at once to try and snap herself out of it. This was a time to remember the dead with fondness, wasn’t it? They wouldn’t want her to cry.
She came across a purple haired boy, who she recognised as a fellow student. Not wanting to disturb, she simply gave him a small nod of acknowledgement, before stopping in place for a moment to take a look around her.















