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littlemanpoet · 01-10-2005, 08:58 PM

"It is a true heart that thinks of another at such a time," Marigold said warmly. Aeron looked up at her in surprise, then returned his gaze to the body of his sister. He stood over her for long moments before he returned to his place. None later asked him of his thoughts as he stood there; it was a sacred moment not to be tarnished by speaking of it.

At last, Marigold spoke.

"Gwyllion lived true and loved well. Neither her life nor her death have been vain, for she has touched each one of us here, and will yet do so."

Marigold moved slowly toward the body and knelt slowly, her white hair coming loose from her hood and swaying over the face of the girl.

"Rest well, my young one."

She took a small knife from a fold in her cloak and cut free a lock of Gwyllion's hair. Marigold rose and came to Aeron. She took a broad leaf, still green, from within her cloak, and placed the lock of hair in it, and folded it. She held the leaf out to Aeron.

"Take this and keep it with you as a remembrance and link to your sister Gwyllion."

Aeron took it from her hands and held it in both his hands.

Marigold nodded to Ravion, Erundil, Erebemlin, and Taitheneb. They approached the body and placed the lid over the coffin, then carefully lowered it into the grave. Then Marigold directed each one there to toss soil onto it as a gesture of farewell. She called them back inside, except for the two Elves, whose task it was to fill in the grave.

As he returned with the others, it occurred to Aeron that there was no marker for the grave, and he wondered why.

01-10-2005, 08:58 PM	#625
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Marigold "It is a true heart that thinks of another at such a time," Marigold said warmly. Aeron looked up at her in surprise, then returned his gaze to the body of his sister. He stood over her for long moments before he returned to his place. None later asked him of his thoughts as he stood there; it was a sacred moment not to be tarnished by speaking of it. At last, Marigold spoke. "Gwyllion lived true and loved well. Neither her life nor her death have been vain, for she has touched each one of us here, and will yet do so." Marigold moved slowly toward the body and knelt slowly, her white hair coming loose from her hood and swaying over the face of the girl. "Rest well, my young one." She took a small knife from a fold in her cloak and cut free a lock of Gwyllion's hair. Marigold rose and came to Aeron. She took a broad leaf, still green, from within her cloak, and placed the lock of hair in it, and folded it. She held the leaf out to Aeron. "Take this and keep it with you as a remembrance and link to your sister Gwyllion." Aeron took it from her hands and held it in both his hands. Marigold nodded to Ravion, Erundil, Erebemlin, and Taitheneb. They approached the body and placed the lid over the coffin, then carefully lowered it into the grave. Then Marigold directed each one there to toss soil onto it as a gesture of farewell. She called them back inside, except for the two Elves, whose task it was to fill in the grave. As he returned with the others, it occurred to Aeron that there was no marker for the grave, and he wondered why.