and the only solution was to stand and fight
He nodded at the condolences; taking the name given and committing it to more memories. His eyes flickered briefly to the little fire elemental thereafter though, half-wondering if it would want any of the treats he had stowed away in his pockets for his own companions, but then there were other matters. At her suggestion, he glanced back towards the family, wondering if she’d caught his avoidance or merely wanted to get things moving along. “Right,” he sighed, feeling another weight added to his shoulders, before long strides were taking him towards further trepidation.
These matters were never an easy predicament, and the truth was sometimes he simply didn’t know what to say. There were the standard phrases, the sorrows, and it despite rehearsing some of the verses out loud beforehand, it hadn’t made the instances any better. Approaching the remains of Rhiannon’s group, he bowed his head, partaking in the apologies, words of soldiers and their duties, their strength, and her diligence, waiting for some blame to be placed upon himself or anything that might’ve meant anger could go somewhere. Thereafter, he presented the remains of her things left in the barracks: some of her weapons, a few articles of clothing, a bag, and any other artifacts. Whether or not they would like to add them to the pyre would be up to the family – he understood how the tangible were sometimes all they had left.
These matters were never an easy predicament, and the truth was sometimes he simply didn’t know what to say. There were the standard phrases, the sorrows, and it despite rehearsing some of the verses out loud beforehand, it hadn’t made the instances any better. Approaching the remains of Rhiannon’s group, he bowed his head, partaking in the apologies, words of soldiers and their duties, their strength, and her diligence, waiting for some blame to be placed upon himself or anything that might’ve meant anger could go somewhere. Thereafter, he presented the remains of her things left in the barracks: some of her weapons, a few articles of clothing, a bag, and any other artifacts. Whether or not they would like to add them to the pyre would be up to the family – he understood how the tangible were sometimes all they had left.
DEIMOS
