The Festival of Ashes
December 20th. It was a day Lila had been dreading for weeks. Ever since their final battle she had worked tirelessly. Searching for survivors, organizing rebuilding efforts, recovering remains, communicating with their neighbors. All of that was easy compared to what she had to do today.
She had ordered there to be no celebrations of their victory until they had found every survivor and recovered the remains of those who didn't make it. It's been two months now, and while they had found most everyone according to her head count they were still a ways off from a full count. Those still missing had to be presumed dead.
Lila let out a sigh as she arranged herself to look a touch more put together.
"You didn't fail them."
Lila glanced at her sister in the mirror as she spoke. "Well, I certainly didn't find them." She replies.
"Lila, there was no way for you, or anyone else to find everyone. The city was coming down before the explosion vaporized everything else."
Lila lets out another sigh. "It's easy to say when you're not the one that needs to explain that to their families."
Jari places a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic smile.
Lila takes a deep breath. "I'll be out in five minutes."
Jari nods and gives her sister one last hug from behind before heading out and closing the door behind her. Snow crunches under her feet as she heads down to the beach where a crowd gathers around several braziers that have been set up on the beach, several large ships sitting at the water's edge as a light snow falls.
"How's she doing?" Kettil asks as Jari approaches, a mug of hot cider in his hand, draped in heavy cloaks and furs.
"About as well as you would expect." Jari replies. Kettil gives her a worried look. "She'll be fine. She's tough."
"Still..." He spares a glance at the ship in the center. The one which held no remains and sighed as he looked back into the fire.












