It wasn't the right kind of day for this. Sunny, birds. Let there be clouds or SOMETHING. It would seem that no one gave a damn for her. Tilda didn't know how close to the truth that was.
She nodded as the stone was set in place, the word requested etched in frilly writing accompanied by a rather delicate looking flower right next to the 'S'. Tilda sniffed, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.
"That's it, miss?"
"Yes....thank you."
"Sorry fer yer loss, miss. I should get outta this business. To much emotion for me," he attempted at dry humor, but when Tilda sniffed, he cleared his throat, laying a callused hand on her shoulder for a few pats. "Truly sorry."
"Aren't we all." Tilda stared down to the stone, scuffing her toe at the dirt that was piled in somewhat of a mound. She knew there was no body in there, she didn't even know what happened to the body. Her best guess was that it was liquified, or....just was blasted to kingdom come.
Sure, she'd known Lain for only a day, but she felt for her all the same. The thought of what had actually happened up there brought even more of those tears to her eyes, and she kneeled down, dropping a single flower on the stone's surface.
"I so sorry, Lain. I wish I could have helped you more....Even if you DID destroy my shop," she had to chuckle to this, lifting her watery eyes as the footsteps plodded away. "Din' know you too well....but you seemed alright. Well..."
"The shell....disintegrates....memories left for pondering." Tilda swirled around on her knees, plunking down to her bottom and just....staring at the girl. It was a girl, right"
It was a girl, Tilda. Mostly known as Cateforical, she phased and blinked into view, her long hair sailing outwards over a shoulder to the breeze that'd picked up. "What....what in sam hell..."
"Faded....existance....Gone but not....truly vanished..."
What in the hell was this chick all about' She flickered like one of those....lost technological wonders. A....well, whatever she was, having someone else here with her made Tilda feel a little more at ease. "You knew Lain, then."
"Acknowledged....yet not....registered."
Maybe they'd just stop talking....Tilda barely understood a word the child said anyway. Categorical's body bobbled up and down, and she stared to the stone with wide violet eyes, giving a solemn nod.
"All....not lost....The return....to repeat."
She nodded as the stone was set in place, the word requested etched in frilly writing accompanied by a rather delicate looking flower right next to the 'S'. Tilda sniffed, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.
"That's it, miss?"
"Yes....thank you."
"Sorry fer yer loss, miss. I should get outta this business. To much emotion for me," he attempted at dry humor, but when Tilda sniffed, he cleared his throat, laying a callused hand on her shoulder for a few pats. "Truly sorry."
"Aren't we all." Tilda stared down to the stone, scuffing her toe at the dirt that was piled in somewhat of a mound. She knew there was no body in there, she didn't even know what happened to the body. Her best guess was that it was liquified, or....just was blasted to kingdom come.
Sure, she'd known Lain for only a day, but she felt for her all the same. The thought of what had actually happened up there brought even more of those tears to her eyes, and she kneeled down, dropping a single flower on the stone's surface.
"I so sorry, Lain. I wish I could have helped you more....Even if you DID destroy my shop," she had to chuckle to this, lifting her watery eyes as the footsteps plodded away. "Din' know you too well....but you seemed alright. Well..."
"The shell....disintegrates....memories left for pondering." Tilda swirled around on her knees, plunking down to her bottom and just....staring at the girl. It was a girl, right"
It was a girl, Tilda. Mostly known as Cateforical, she phased and blinked into view, her long hair sailing outwards over a shoulder to the breeze that'd picked up. "What....what in sam hell..."
"Faded....existance....Gone but not....truly vanished..."
What in the hell was this chick all about' She flickered like one of those....lost technological wonders. A....well, whatever she was, having someone else here with her made Tilda feel a little more at ease. "You knew Lain, then."
"Acknowledged....yet not....registered."
Maybe they'd just stop talking....Tilda barely understood a word the child said anyway. Categorical's body bobbled up and down, and she stared to the stone with wide violet eyes, giving a solemn nod.
"All....not lost....The return....to repeat."