40th of Summer, 514 A.V.
The soil was still noticeably turned, a body now deep within the ground. Kol sat by dirt. It was flatter, but not as packed as its surroundings. To those without knowledge of what lay beneath, perhaps it would have gone by unnoticed. Four days travel from Taloba, he had gone out on a scouting mission, making sure to stop by a place that held so many dark memories.
He closed his eyes, laying flat on his back. He listened, no care to what predators could be lurking above, or around him. His body and soul ached, his chest feeling as though it was going to split open. It was hard to breath a lot lately, like his body wanted to stop his suffering as well.
I miss you.
Not a sentimental person, he barely knew what to do with all the emotional turmoil he was feeling. He had justified his actions so many times, remembering what Dahlia had asked, what she had begged him to do.
She said Myri would understand, that she would be able to start a new life of purpose. It was the way their people were. What more could she have done if they were to go back to Taloba? The questions Dahlia had haunted him with pained him more than ever. I would have protected you. Nothing would have ever hurt you again.
Kol sucked in a shaky breath, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying. So much regret, and yet what he had done had been the only decision he could have made. He didn't keep her safe and she had asked for death. Kol would give those he care about anything, even if it hurt him. Even if it pushed him away from his family. That was what was best for her, not him, and he had followed through.
Eyes beginning to water, the male stopped the liquid in its tracks, furiously wiping his eyes and taking in forced, deep inhales. The memory so infused within his mind, he could almost hear his sister's voice, as if she was repeating the words from her grave.
Thank you, brother.
Like a hush of wind, the short haired male whispered back, staring into the treetops above, "You're welcome."
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Myrian
Common
The soil was still noticeably turned, a body now deep within the ground. Kol sat by dirt. It was flatter, but not as packed as its surroundings. To those without knowledge of what lay beneath, perhaps it would have gone by unnoticed. Four days travel from Taloba, he had gone out on a scouting mission, making sure to stop by a place that held so many dark memories.
He closed his eyes, laying flat on his back. He listened, no care to what predators could be lurking above, or around him. His body and soul ached, his chest feeling as though it was going to split open. It was hard to breath a lot lately, like his body wanted to stop his suffering as well.
I miss you.
Not a sentimental person, he barely knew what to do with all the emotional turmoil he was feeling. He had justified his actions so many times, remembering what Dahlia had asked, what she had begged him to do.
She said Myri would understand, that she would be able to start a new life of purpose. It was the way their people were. What more could she have done if they were to go back to Taloba? The questions Dahlia had haunted him with pained him more than ever. I would have protected you. Nothing would have ever hurt you again.
Kol sucked in a shaky breath, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying. So much regret, and yet what he had done had been the only decision he could have made. He didn't keep her safe and she had asked for death. Kol would give those he care about anything, even if it hurt him. Even if it pushed him away from his family. That was what was best for her, not him, and he had followed through.
Eyes beginning to water, the male stopped the liquid in its tracks, furiously wiping his eyes and taking in forced, deep inhales. The memory so infused within his mind, he could almost hear his sister's voice, as if she was repeating the words from her grave.
Thank you, brother.
Like a hush of wind, the short haired male whispered back, staring into the treetops above, "You're welcome."
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Myrian
Common