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Wulfham
Incana looked at Athwen with tears in her eyes for approval before she used her torch to light the wood. The woman stepped back beside the young girl and watched as the flames slowly licked the wood and gradually became bigger swallowing what used to be Athwen's kin. Incana knew that their spirits were no longer with them, but this thought did not ease her aching heart. She felt for Athwen and hoped that in some small way this would help to ease her pain. Incana could not look at the fire anymore, she kept her eyes on the ground trying hard to block the sounds and smells that were emanating in front of her. She could not find the appropriate words to sooth her new friend, so she unfolded her hands and reached over taking hold of Athwen's and hung her head in complete silence.
The five of them stood with Athwen for a very long time, the sky had erased the pink hue and replaced it with darkness. There were but a few sputters and popping sounds coming from the fire now, and Incana thought it best if they were to leave the scene and get some food and much needed rest. With Incana still holding Athwen's hand the group left the ash behind and made their way to Leod's cottage.
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