3 of the Day, Autumn of 508 A.V.
The sky was clear, the air crisp and cool. It would not be long before chill winds began to sweep and whistle throughout the barren landscape of Kalea. A lone, feminine figure, clad in black, traversed an airy path winding down the side of a particularly jagged mountain, silken black cloak raised to cover her mouth and nose against the fierce winds, as Neyasi made her way down the mountain.
In her hands, she carried a small glass container, filled with pale, pale, dull white ashes, clutched in her clawed hands as if it were something precious- And it was. The young Symenestra female carried with her the precious ashes of Vordinan, the one truly kind person she had met since beginning the search for her father. He had gotten her out of more than one sticky situation, and taught her all he could to survive in the world. The last thing she could do for him was put his remains to rest in the one place he'd ever called home.
As she reached the bottom of the rocky passage, where the rock turned to rocky soil, Neyasi turned, and knelt by the foot of the mountain, before a large, glittering white stone. Neyasi held the jar to her, staring at the stone. She didn't want to do anything. She wanted to sit there, and hold the ashes to her. They were the closest she had left to Vordinan himself. After a few moments, she reluctantly set the jar down, and bent low over the rocky sol at the foot of the stone, beginning to dig with her bare claws.
After a few moments, Neyasi sat back, staring at the hole.
The sky was clear, the air crisp and cool. It would not be long before chill winds began to sweep and whistle throughout the barren landscape of Kalea. A lone, feminine figure, clad in black, traversed an airy path winding down the side of a particularly jagged mountain, silken black cloak raised to cover her mouth and nose against the fierce winds, as Neyasi made her way down the mountain.
In her hands, she carried a small glass container, filled with pale, pale, dull white ashes, clutched in her clawed hands as if it were something precious- And it was. The young Symenestra female carried with her the precious ashes of Vordinan, the one truly kind person she had met since beginning the search for her father. He had gotten her out of more than one sticky situation, and taught her all he could to survive in the world. The last thing she could do for him was put his remains to rest in the one place he'd ever called home.
As she reached the bottom of the rocky passage, where the rock turned to rocky soil, Neyasi turned, and knelt by the foot of the mountain, before a large, glittering white stone. Neyasi held the jar to her, staring at the stone. She didn't want to do anything. She wanted to sit there, and hold the ashes to her. They were the closest she had left to Vordinan himself. After a few moments, she reluctantly set the jar down, and bent low over the rocky sol at the foot of the stone, beginning to dig with her bare claws.
After a few moments, Neyasi sat back, staring at the hole.