And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
Deimos departed, leaving Nina to hope that she’d made a decent first impression; she watched as the Warden joined the grieving, offering words of condolences and physical reminders of the deceased. Some items made it onto the funeral pyre, placed lovingly beside their owner to be sent to the afterlife alongside her; others were kept, tokens of a life well-lived and a love lost. Eventually, the family caught Nina’s eye and nodded. It was time.
Ember rolled diligently beside Nina as she stepped up to the pyre. Solemnly, she gave a brief speech, acknowledging Rhiannon and the role she’d played not only in the lives of her family and friends, but her community. ”We send her now to Mort’s halls, where we know she will stay in peace until we see her again,” she finished. Then, lifting her hands, she called upon her magic; flames lit beneath the pyre and began to climb, quickly overtaking the wood beneath the soldier until the entire mound was aflame, hiding the quick destruction of her remains.
It always took time in the aftermath of the lighting for the fallen’s loved ones to trickle out. Some left quickly, unable to stand the sight or smell of the burning body. Others lingered, not yet willing to let go. Feeling detached and awkward, Nina stepped back to once more give them their privacy, Ember at her side, and waited. Once all had left and the flames had died, she would gather the ashes for the family, to do with what they would. But that would take some time, and she would wait as long as was needed for them to find peace.
Ember rolled diligently beside Nina as she stepped up to the pyre. Solemnly, she gave a brief speech, acknowledging Rhiannon and the role she’d played not only in the lives of her family and friends, but her community. ”We send her now to Mort’s halls, where we know she will stay in peace until we see her again,” she finished. Then, lifting her hands, she called upon her magic; flames lit beneath the pyre and began to climb, quickly overtaking the wood beneath the soldier until the entire mound was aflame, hiding the quick destruction of her remains.
It always took time in the aftermath of the lighting for the fallen’s loved ones to trickle out. Some left quickly, unable to stand the sight or smell of the burning body. Others lingered, not yet willing to let go. Feeling detached and awkward, Nina stepped back to once more give them their privacy, Ember at her side, and waited. Once all had left and the flames had died, she would gather the ashes for the family, to do with what they would. But that would take some time, and she would wait as long as was needed for them to find peace.
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
