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Post by emeraldsnowx on Mar 22, 2023 10:24:25 GMT -5
In the cold, rainy evening of Valkur's Roar, a lone figure slowly wanders between graves,
stopping to whisper her ongoing sorrow to ears no longer able to hear...
She does this every few days... when she can.
She loves them... each and every one.
Her last stop is always a small boy's grave, where she kneels in the damp grass...
...and tells a bedtime story to the soft winds that caress the grass of the cemetery.
She's thankful for the rain, for it hides the tears she cannot.
Every night that follows, she lays awake in bed... red-eyed and drained.
Sleep comes quietly, granting her mercy from pain and grief...
"There's nothing in motion, and I'm satisfied... and no disappointment 'til I wake up... I don't want to wake up."
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Post by emeraldsnowx on Oct 8, 2023 7:32:34 GMT -5
The year past has shown tremendous conflict and equally tremendous loss for all citizens and allies of Valkur's Roar. In the steady downtrickle of evening rain, High Inquisitor Steel can still be seen stopping at the graveyard at least once a ride to pay respects and spend time with memories of the departed. She reads stories to Billy's grave... shares a bottle of fine red with Sophie... a long time is spent going from plot to plot, stopping at each for a moment of recognition and reverence.
Steel's thoughts frequently turn toward another loss, though this loss hasn't been collected by mortality as the others. She sits near the gates after another tour of the graveyard, reminiscing on times of old shared with her best friend and longest confidant, Vera Gudwerks. Her expression holds a calm sadness, tempered with steady resolve. At the end of another ride, Tanya gets up and, before walking back to the city, takes one more look over those she had failed...
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