Scattering sparks of thought energy
Deliver me and carry me away
Abasi could not answer the first question that Cassandra asked satisfactorily, which was not a good omen for what was to come, but he tried his best, shrugging and tilting his head to the side. "I do not know. The family told me this was what they wished, and it is not my place to question why." Unless a request was so outlandish it would be detracting from his other work, Abasi would do it. Rituals around death could be incredibly important to the living.
"It's not a practice I've heard of outside of this family's traditions. I believe it may be unique to them." He said as he looked over the chest, making sure it was entirely covered. "Once I am finished, he will be placed in the basement of their home. I am told over the years dried memory mud distorts in a way they find spiritually representative of the spirit leaving."
That she asked if he was close to the man made Abasi realise Cassandra did not seem to understand what he was doing. "Ah. No. It is my profession to work with people's dead for them. I do not even know this man's name."
"It's not a practice I've heard of outside of this family's traditions. I believe it may be unique to them." He said as he looked over the chest, making sure it was entirely covered. "Once I am finished, he will be placed in the basement of their home. I am told over the years dried memory mud distorts in a way they find spiritually representative of the spirit leaving."
That she asked if he was close to the man made Abasi realise Cassandra did not seem to understand what he was doing. "Ah. No. It is my profession to work with people's dead for them. I do not even know this man's name."
Here in my kingdom I am your lord
I order you to cower and pray
ABASI
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