Her task was a quiet one, and none to pleasant. Burying yet another, her grandson, Sileth. The dragon couldn't let his body remain floating in the fountain, he was kin, family, her grandchild.
He deserved better. Carrying his still form from the marketplace, she slid the back way, talons digging near another mound underneath the twin trees that protected the lair.
She was silent through it all, no tears threatening to spill, no noise, save the scratching of talons in the soil, and the slight rustle of wings as the breeze blew over them.
She lowered his body into the ground, as carefully as she could, staring at his still form as the fog and mist hung damp in the morning.
It should not have ended like this, her grandson never hurt anyone.
Not that she had known at least.
A bow of her head, and she brushed the soil back over top of him.
A rock was found and then nudged into place, carefully then, she used her talons to mark the rock, simple words of rememberance.
Here lies Sileth, beloved grandson.
Before she turned away, she'd lay a single iceflower upon the grave, along with a new flower for the young one she hardly had known.
He most likely would not be the last she would bury.
He deserved better. Carrying his still form from the marketplace, she slid the back way, talons digging near another mound underneath the twin trees that protected the lair.
She was silent through it all, no tears threatening to spill, no noise, save the scratching of talons in the soil, and the slight rustle of wings as the breeze blew over them.
She lowered his body into the ground, as carefully as she could, staring at his still form as the fog and mist hung damp in the morning.
It should not have ended like this, her grandson never hurt anyone.
Not that she had known at least.
A bow of her head, and she brushed the soil back over top of him.
A rock was found and then nudged into place, carefully then, she used her talons to mark the rock, simple words of rememberance.
Here lies Sileth, beloved grandson.
Before she turned away, she'd lay a single iceflower upon the grave, along with a new flower for the young one she hardly had known.
He most likely would not be the last she would bury.