Events of this thread take place during the early AM hours of March 9]
Quite early in the AM, and where was the green haired elf? The Rhydin Memorial Cemetery. Good place to be so late isn't it? Not to mention alone. Shame on her...
She wasn't in one of the open areas of the rather large graveyard either, she was in the back, in a place of forgotten, tombstones and markers, labeled only by letters and numbers. These were the John and Jane Does of Rhydin, the people who were forgotten, found dead, yet had no name, had no one to claim them. They were alone to the end and even beyond. Lydia frowned slightly at seeing the amount of forgotten out there, it was rather sad.
She moved quickly and quietly, carefully meandering around the graves as if she were scared to disturb those that 'slept'. Pale blues paused on the numbers and letters on each marker and stone, comparing it to the numbers and letters written on the paper in her hand. All alphabetical and numerical so it helped with the search, but with that many.. it took a while. Still, she found what she was looking for.
Her sister's grave.
Not Erin's grave, no. She was very much alive. They had just had a talk actually, and she was coming from her manor. No, this was the sister she had killed months ago. Lydia regarded the marker for a long moment, nothing more than a small, angular, uneven slab of granite, marked 'K-7-235'. There wasn't anything really special about the place, except perhaps the grass was slightly thinner where the body had been buried than the grass in the surrounding area.
Pale blues lingered a bit over the engravement before she frowned. It wasn't appropriate at all, but what else could have been done? Slowly, the green haired elf sat down, right in front of the stone, cross-legged, and her bag was slipped off to rest on the ground next to her. No words spoken, she dug around her bag a bit, pulling out a rather long piece of purple ribbon, and a small sheathed knife. Knife set aside for now, the ribbon was draped around the stone, next to the ground, then tied into a neat ribbon.
That done, the knife was picked up, unsheathed, and used to even the trim on the ribbon. Leaning back, Lydia spent a rather long moment regarding the slab, before knife was lifted once again, this time used to scratch out that 'K-7-235'. Beneath it, she started to carve in a name. It was no easy task though, and went slowly.
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...The curve of the 'R' was tricky, a little too tricky actually. Wrist twisted, knife was pushed, and the knife slipped. Unfortunately the green haired elf was a clumsy girl, and the knife blade slipped right across her left palm. With a sharp intake of breath, the knife was dropped to the ground and palm was turned up to examine. Nothing grievous, the cut wasn't deep, just a little long. Probably slightly worse than a papercut. Frowning, Lydia used her unwounded hand to dig around her bag.. nothing. Usually she kept spare ribbons too.. A glance down to her dress then. That stupid little black dress the Nexus seemed to think she should wear. It wasn't too terribly short though, so with a little rip a strip of black fabric was acquired from dress, and wrapped around her left hand once, twice, and thrice, ends then tucked in. Rather makeshift, but it'd have to do for now.
The 'MAI' was regarded with a frown, but with her hand hurt, there wasn't much to be done about that, at least not at the moment. Knife returned to sheath, it was slipped into her bag, which was tugged back as she scooted away from the slab a little. Hands returned to her lap, right cradling left, she simply sat and stared at the stone set before her. Not a word spoken, no tear shed, no thoughts in her mind.. she just stared.
Quite early in the AM, and where was the green haired elf? The Rhydin Memorial Cemetery. Good place to be so late isn't it? Not to mention alone. Shame on her...
She wasn't in one of the open areas of the rather large graveyard either, she was in the back, in a place of forgotten, tombstones and markers, labeled only by letters and numbers. These were the John and Jane Does of Rhydin, the people who were forgotten, found dead, yet had no name, had no one to claim them. They were alone to the end and even beyond. Lydia frowned slightly at seeing the amount of forgotten out there, it was rather sad.
She moved quickly and quietly, carefully meandering around the graves as if she were scared to disturb those that 'slept'. Pale blues paused on the numbers and letters on each marker and stone, comparing it to the numbers and letters written on the paper in her hand. All alphabetical and numerical so it helped with the search, but with that many.. it took a while. Still, she found what she was looking for.
Her sister's grave.
Not Erin's grave, no. She was very much alive. They had just had a talk actually, and she was coming from her manor. No, this was the sister she had killed months ago. Lydia regarded the marker for a long moment, nothing more than a small, angular, uneven slab of granite, marked 'K-7-235'. There wasn't anything really special about the place, except perhaps the grass was slightly thinner where the body had been buried than the grass in the surrounding area.
Pale blues lingered a bit over the engravement before she frowned. It wasn't appropriate at all, but what else could have been done? Slowly, the green haired elf sat down, right in front of the stone, cross-legged, and her bag was slipped off to rest on the ground next to her. No words spoken, she dug around her bag a bit, pulling out a rather long piece of purple ribbon, and a small sheathed knife. Knife set aside for now, the ribbon was draped around the stone, next to the ground, then tied into a neat ribbon.
That done, the knife was picked up, unsheathed, and used to even the trim on the ribbon. Leaning back, Lydia spent a rather long moment regarding the slab, before knife was lifted once again, this time used to scratch out that 'K-7-235'. Beneath it, she started to carve in a name. It was no easy task though, and went slowly.
M
A
...The curve of the 'R' was tricky, a little too tricky actually. Wrist twisted, knife was pushed, and the knife slipped. Unfortunately the green haired elf was a clumsy girl, and the knife blade slipped right across her left palm. With a sharp intake of breath, the knife was dropped to the ground and palm was turned up to examine. Nothing grievous, the cut wasn't deep, just a little long. Probably slightly worse than a papercut. Frowning, Lydia used her unwounded hand to dig around her bag.. nothing. Usually she kept spare ribbons too.. A glance down to her dress then. That stupid little black dress the Nexus seemed to think she should wear. It wasn't too terribly short though, so with a little rip a strip of black fabric was acquired from dress, and wrapped around her left hand once, twice, and thrice, ends then tucked in. Rather makeshift, but it'd have to do for now.
The 'MAI' was regarded with a frown, but with her hand hurt, there wasn't much to be done about that, at least not at the moment. Knife returned to sheath, it was slipped into her bag, which was tugged back as she scooted away from the slab a little. Hands returned to her lap, right cradling left, she simply sat and stared at the stone set before her. Not a word spoken, no tear shed, no thoughts in her mind.. she just stared.