The sun was just about in full site as Katarina led Locke to the gates of the cemetery. The area was completely surrounded by a short black-iron fence and met at large gates with the words "Hope Cemetery" written simply above it. The grounds were quiet and empty, the only noise being the creak in the gate's hindges as Katarina opened one.
The cemetery was large and green, but perhaps only half of it held statues of stones and other materials as gravemarkers. None of them seemed incredibly old where the markers were crumbling or withered.
She refused to wear black. Her simple dress was navy blue and short-sleeved, with the neck that could have been buttoned up left down to create a unique diagonal collar. Holding a small bouquet of marigolds in one hand, she gave Locke a warm smile as she held the gate open for him.
The only thing Hope Cemetery and Rhydin's graveyard had in common was the grass and the gravestones, and even the gravestones differed a great deal from those back home. Many of the ones in RhyDin were crumbling, while others showed signs of obvious vandalism. Hope's markers were all written in Common, and had similar iconography in the designs. In RhyDin, one could construct a Rosetta Stone from the languages carved into the granite and marble there, and sociologists would have a field day studying the images present here.
This was Locke's first time visiting a graveyard for anything other than a lark, or morbid curiosity on Halloween. As such, he'd tried to dress as soberly as he could, but decided against traditional mourning colors for fear they would exacerbate the sun's effects on his body temperature. He wore a simple dark blue dress shirt and black pants instead, with appropriate dress shoes and belt. He dipped a nod to Katarina in gratitude as she opened the gate for him, then stepped inside.
Once the gate was shut again, Katarina moved left and started walking through different markers. They all varied in sizes and symbols, but were kept in orderly rows. Most had flowers, some had candles, but they all seemed to be well taken care of.
Weaving a bit through different crypts, she finally stopped in front of a medium-sized stone statue of a horse in mid-gallop. Etched in the based of the stone said, "Caleb Ryan Miller 1980-2004". Placed on the neck of the horse was a thin leather strap that held a locket identical to Katarina's. She placed the handful of flowers into a small hole in front of the stone, and gingerly touched the locket, "Johnny made on' fer Cal, bu' it neva go' ta 'im, so he mus'ta sen' it ta his folks. They mus'ta placed it here." This explanation to show that it was a new item to the statue as well.
He looked closely at the locket, but didn't dare touch it. He felt a shiver creep through his body, but didn't say anything about it. He turned his head slightly, away from the memorial and towards her. "His family?" His eyes dipped down toward the marigolds, briefly.
"Yeah, jist his parents. Didn' hav' any siblin's. They're still livin' here 'n Hope." She straightened from her crouched position and stood, "Cal built a ranch several years ago, an' they keep it up an' runnin'."
Locke looked up and nodded his understanding. "It must be quite difficult." He let the statement hang there, open for interpretation.
"Time has healed th' wors' o' it, I thin'." Her voice was quiet as she looked back down to the horse again. "I saw 'em las' year when I was here."
An arm reached out towards her, hovering around her shoulders. The desire to comfort conflicted with the worry of doing something inappropriate or insulting to her or the deceased. "Did it go well?"
She gave a slight chuckle, "Not particularly." While that hand was meant to cover shoulder, she slipped past it and put her arm loosely around his waist and used it for a half embrace instead. "Ya see, righ' afta ya an' I were.. startin' ta spend more time togetha, Johnny sat me down an' we talked 'bout ya, an' well.. Johnny gav' me th' ring tha' he had made fer Cal ta giv' ta me. I.." she stopped looking at the statue, but kept her eyes down, staring off into nothing, "I neva tol' Johnny. 'n fact, I didn' tell anyone. It was fer a lot o' reasons, some real silly now, bu' we had decided to keep our relationship a secre'. Only Cal had tol' Johnny. Anyway, I wen' ta giv' Cal's folks th' ring, 'cause I didn' wan'ta hol' 'n ta somethin' tha' really wasn' mine, yeah?" She gave a deep sigh, "It was hard, tellin' 'em th' whole story."
"But you did it, hard as it may have been. You faced down something painful in your past and you got through it, and here we are." Locke shook his head, trying to get a grasp on the millions of thoughts that seemed to be bubbling in his brain. "Do you ever wonder what it would have been like? If he hadn't died, if you had stayed together. Do you think you would have stayed here for the rest of your life?"
"Yes, I thin' I would hav'." The tone of her voice was soft, but with conviction, "I thin' I would'a danced a few years afta we go' married until we wanted ta hav' kids. Then I thin' I'd stay a' home an' help 'im wit' his business." She gave a slight shrug.
"And is it...strange to think about?" An instant wince betrayed the fact that Locke felt like he had selected the wrong word after that pause.
"It is, yes." She gave a soft, reassuring smile at his wince, "Bu'.. I dun really thin' 'bout it much anymore, yeah? I 'member th' times wit' great fondness, an' 'm mos' certain tha' Cal saved me fra a wrong path tha' I was headin'. It has taken until th' momen' I firs' tol' ya 'bout his death 'lmost a year 'go ta see tha' mah life has moved on, 'n great ways tha' I neva 'pected, yeah?"
"I guess that's what's good about it, yeah? The unexpected good. I guess...it was a touch weird still seeing those pictures of him in your room." It didn't take much detective work for him to figure out who they were. "It makes sense that you kept them- that your family kept them as well - but that you didn't bring them with you when you first came to RhyDin." He felt a bit like he was rambling, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Listen to me, running my gob, in every bloody direction I can. Simply dreadful."
Her smile was slightly apologetic, "If I'd a though' 'bout it, I'd a' least o' warned ya er taken 'im down. I's real hard to erase someone tha' 've known mah whole life, and was so dear ta nah only me, bu' mah family as well. An'.." she grinned slightly, "I dun min' yer questions, yeah? I's only fair, I feel like I know so much 'bout ya, an' yer pas', an' tha' ya've been hones' wit' me. I dun mean ta hav' secrets 'n purpose, yeah? Bu' when all I did was keep secrets 'bout this, i's a bi' hard ta throw 'em ou' there withou' prompt, yeah?"
"We all keep secrets, and we all have our reasons for keeping them. I am just glad that you have let me in on this one, even if it may be painful at times. I would hope that by sharing it with me, it alleviated some of the hurt, and that my actions assisted as well." He focused all of his attention on her when he spoke and even after he had finished.
Her smile was slow and soft, "Locke.." she cleared her throat as his words made her sentimental, "Don't you know that you've healed my heart? Before you even told me you loved me. And even still, you have never made me feel like I am broken, or that there is a part of me that can't be returned. You have restored my brokeness and make me overflow." Tears started to pool in her eyes.
Whatever hesitation or tentativeness may have been present earlier was gone. He went for a full hug, wordlessly offering her his shoulder to cry on.
The cemetery was large and green, but perhaps only half of it held statues of stones and other materials as gravemarkers. None of them seemed incredibly old where the markers were crumbling or withered.
She refused to wear black. Her simple dress was navy blue and short-sleeved, with the neck that could have been buttoned up left down to create a unique diagonal collar. Holding a small bouquet of marigolds in one hand, she gave Locke a warm smile as she held the gate open for him.
The only thing Hope Cemetery and Rhydin's graveyard had in common was the grass and the gravestones, and even the gravestones differed a great deal from those back home. Many of the ones in RhyDin were crumbling, while others showed signs of obvious vandalism. Hope's markers were all written in Common, and had similar iconography in the designs. In RhyDin, one could construct a Rosetta Stone from the languages carved into the granite and marble there, and sociologists would have a field day studying the images present here.
This was Locke's first time visiting a graveyard for anything other than a lark, or morbid curiosity on Halloween. As such, he'd tried to dress as soberly as he could, but decided against traditional mourning colors for fear they would exacerbate the sun's effects on his body temperature. He wore a simple dark blue dress shirt and black pants instead, with appropriate dress shoes and belt. He dipped a nod to Katarina in gratitude as she opened the gate for him, then stepped inside.
Once the gate was shut again, Katarina moved left and started walking through different markers. They all varied in sizes and symbols, but were kept in orderly rows. Most had flowers, some had candles, but they all seemed to be well taken care of.
Weaving a bit through different crypts, she finally stopped in front of a medium-sized stone statue of a horse in mid-gallop. Etched in the based of the stone said, "Caleb Ryan Miller 1980-2004". Placed on the neck of the horse was a thin leather strap that held a locket identical to Katarina's. She placed the handful of flowers into a small hole in front of the stone, and gingerly touched the locket, "Johnny made on' fer Cal, bu' it neva go' ta 'im, so he mus'ta sen' it ta his folks. They mus'ta placed it here." This explanation to show that it was a new item to the statue as well.
He looked closely at the locket, but didn't dare touch it. He felt a shiver creep through his body, but didn't say anything about it. He turned his head slightly, away from the memorial and towards her. "His family?" His eyes dipped down toward the marigolds, briefly.
"Yeah, jist his parents. Didn' hav' any siblin's. They're still livin' here 'n Hope." She straightened from her crouched position and stood, "Cal built a ranch several years ago, an' they keep it up an' runnin'."
Locke looked up and nodded his understanding. "It must be quite difficult." He let the statement hang there, open for interpretation.
"Time has healed th' wors' o' it, I thin'." Her voice was quiet as she looked back down to the horse again. "I saw 'em las' year when I was here."
An arm reached out towards her, hovering around her shoulders. The desire to comfort conflicted with the worry of doing something inappropriate or insulting to her or the deceased. "Did it go well?"
She gave a slight chuckle, "Not particularly." While that hand was meant to cover shoulder, she slipped past it and put her arm loosely around his waist and used it for a half embrace instead. "Ya see, righ' afta ya an' I were.. startin' ta spend more time togetha, Johnny sat me down an' we talked 'bout ya, an' well.. Johnny gav' me th' ring tha' he had made fer Cal ta giv' ta me. I.." she stopped looking at the statue, but kept her eyes down, staring off into nothing, "I neva tol' Johnny. 'n fact, I didn' tell anyone. It was fer a lot o' reasons, some real silly now, bu' we had decided to keep our relationship a secre'. Only Cal had tol' Johnny. Anyway, I wen' ta giv' Cal's folks th' ring, 'cause I didn' wan'ta hol' 'n ta somethin' tha' really wasn' mine, yeah?" She gave a deep sigh, "It was hard, tellin' 'em th' whole story."
"But you did it, hard as it may have been. You faced down something painful in your past and you got through it, and here we are." Locke shook his head, trying to get a grasp on the millions of thoughts that seemed to be bubbling in his brain. "Do you ever wonder what it would have been like? If he hadn't died, if you had stayed together. Do you think you would have stayed here for the rest of your life?"
"Yes, I thin' I would hav'." The tone of her voice was soft, but with conviction, "I thin' I would'a danced a few years afta we go' married until we wanted ta hav' kids. Then I thin' I'd stay a' home an' help 'im wit' his business." She gave a slight shrug.
"And is it...strange to think about?" An instant wince betrayed the fact that Locke felt like he had selected the wrong word after that pause.
"It is, yes." She gave a soft, reassuring smile at his wince, "Bu'.. I dun really thin' 'bout it much anymore, yeah? I 'member th' times wit' great fondness, an' 'm mos' certain tha' Cal saved me fra a wrong path tha' I was headin'. It has taken until th' momen' I firs' tol' ya 'bout his death 'lmost a year 'go ta see tha' mah life has moved on, 'n great ways tha' I neva 'pected, yeah?"
"I guess that's what's good about it, yeah? The unexpected good. I guess...it was a touch weird still seeing those pictures of him in your room." It didn't take much detective work for him to figure out who they were. "It makes sense that you kept them- that your family kept them as well - but that you didn't bring them with you when you first came to RhyDin." He felt a bit like he was rambling, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Listen to me, running my gob, in every bloody direction I can. Simply dreadful."
Her smile was slightly apologetic, "If I'd a though' 'bout it, I'd a' least o' warned ya er taken 'im down. I's real hard to erase someone tha' 've known mah whole life, and was so dear ta nah only me, bu' mah family as well. An'.." she grinned slightly, "I dun min' yer questions, yeah? I's only fair, I feel like I know so much 'bout ya, an' yer pas', an' tha' ya've been hones' wit' me. I dun mean ta hav' secrets 'n purpose, yeah? Bu' when all I did was keep secrets 'bout this, i's a bi' hard ta throw 'em ou' there withou' prompt, yeah?"
"We all keep secrets, and we all have our reasons for keeping them. I am just glad that you have let me in on this one, even if it may be painful at times. I would hope that by sharing it with me, it alleviated some of the hurt, and that my actions assisted as well." He focused all of his attention on her when he spoke and even after he had finished.
Her smile was slow and soft, "Locke.." she cleared her throat as his words made her sentimental, "Don't you know that you've healed my heart? Before you even told me you loved me. And even still, you have never made me feel like I am broken, or that there is a part of me that can't be returned. You have restored my brokeness and make me overflow." Tears started to pool in her eyes.
Whatever hesitation or tentativeness may have been present earlier was gone. He went for a full hug, wordlessly offering her his shoulder to cry on.