[her mind is blank, except for the nagging thought that the renovan dead must be properly honored. she can't just leave him here to rot.
if she does, it's only for a few moments, to slip inside her quarters and retrieve the aurelian reserve he gifted her months ago. her perception of time comes and goes, and before she half realizes what she's done, luca's lifeless body lays upon a stack of hay bales pulled from storage, drenched in the wine their father bottled with his own hands.
if the phoenix won't, or can't burn him, she will. she may not have magical flame, but she knows how to use a match.
traditional funerary rites dictate that cremations be observed, but kiera's mind is slipping further away from her. the red of the flames overtakes her vision and her thoughts like blood.
she only remains long enough to confirm that the pyre will take. then she turns and walks directly into the forest path.]
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if she does, it's only for a few moments, to slip inside her quarters and retrieve the aurelian reserve he gifted her months ago. her perception of time comes and goes, and before she half realizes what she's done, luca's lifeless body lays upon a stack of hay bales pulled from storage, drenched in the wine their father bottled with his own hands.
if the phoenix won't, or can't burn him, she will. she may not have magical flame, but she knows how to use a match.
traditional funerary rites dictate that cremations be observed, but kiera's mind is slipping further away from her. the red of the flames overtakes her vision and her thoughts like blood.
she only remains long enough to confirm that the pyre will take. then she turns and walks directly into the forest path.]