After a peaceful LongNight in Torchline, the news of Seren's passing had come as a shock. Hadama came to the lighthouse on heavy feet, moving to Ronin's side to squeeze his shoulder in silent shared grief before he moved up to where she lay upon the unlit pyre.
Shrouded. Peaceful. She could have been asleep if not for the funeral linen that obscured her features. He bowed his head at first, and then bowed deeper as he seemed to sink in upon himself. Diminished by his grief, proud shoulders rounded.
At length he placed a small stone upon the pyre beside her in remembrance for the day they had spent in her pocket dimension, and the game they had played with her power. "You will be missed, my friend," he whispered to her spirit before stepping back to make room for the next person who wished to pay respects. He moved away to stand apart, his expression impassive as he turned his gaze to the sky above, his emotions - his pain - held tightly deep within.
Shrouded. Peaceful. She could have been asleep if not for the funeral linen that obscured her features. He bowed his head at first, and then bowed deeper as he seemed to sink in upon himself. Diminished by his grief, proud shoulders rounded.
At length he placed a small stone upon the pyre beside her in remembrance for the day they had spent in her pocket dimension, and the game they had played with her power. "You will be missed, my friend," he whispered to her spirit before stepping back to make room for the next person who wished to pay respects. He moved away to stand apart, his expression impassive as he turned his gaze to the sky above, his emotions - his pain - held tightly deep within.
