Celandine sobbed into her hands,tears freezing even as they were born. She felt very small and alone. She and Emerald had been put together, under the care of Branda. They hadn't gotten to know each other very well, but the hobbit lass still felt Emerald's passing acutley.
After waking up to be met by Branda's grim face, Bullroarer injured, and Emerald's passing, Celandine had crumpled into a sobbing heap. Many others did the same, as they too awoketo the grim news.
Celandine felt very alone. Even though she and Emerald had not been close, another female presence had been comforting, trudging along behind Branda in the snow. Celadine, with the exeption of her cousin, had always been very shy with anyone of the Male persuasion.
Wiping her near-solid tears, Celandine rummaged through her pack. She regretted the cold winter, for there were no flowers with which to honour Emerald. Digging through her pack for her mittens, a little yellow flower fell into her lap. Celandine smiled through her tears. Anston knew she wsa going to go along, and had slipped her namesake into her pack, to bring her luck. The flower was dried, and slightly crushed from being in her pack, but it was something.
Creakily getting to her feet, Celandine shuffled through the snow, and quietly laid the single blossom on Emerald's breast. She bowed her head in sorrow, as icy tears dropped onto the white snow.
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