02-07-2025, 12:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-07-2025, 05:32 PM by DirectorBright.)
... Dead..?
What was the cause?
... heart failure...
No, she never said a word of it, not to me at least.
News branched into the republic, to the office of the Knight-Captain. A quiet word sent towards a friend within Gloomlight, to see about a ceremony, as the old man sits and recollects. A chisel is lifted to stone, a hammer readied, as he carves another remembrance for another dead friend.
Though Ksceniya knew her far better... her passing will be missed by many.
The Shadow of Goldlight leaves an aether-touched sinka upon the grave, it's thorns stained with drops of black blood from a hand that gripped too tightly.
Another of the first of those I was fond of, has moved on, and I remain.
I had not known you as much as I would have liked to.
That seems to be the case more and more these days, for people lost.
Yet, known enough to care.
Known enough to grieve for.
Known enough to remember well.
Known enough, trusted enough, to be my choice for the most delicate of work.
For tending my wounds.
For understanding when I had fallen.
For buying me four more decades of time with the people I love, working what was oft thought impossible.
For being the reason I can pick my grandchildren up over my head even in my age.
Thank you, Galena.
It stings, and burns, to see you go on ahead.
One more good soul I knew, moving on.
Though it hurts to know you're gone...
I am glad that you were ready.
I hope it's peaceful there.
I hope the times we spent together were good to you.
I hope, at least once, a smile was given and remembered.
I hope you were happy.
I hope you still are.
I will remember you.
Goodbye, friend.
I will miss you.
What was the cause?
... heart failure...
No, she never said a word of it, not to me at least.
News branched into the republic, to the office of the Knight-Captain. A quiet word sent towards a friend within Gloomlight, to see about a ceremony, as the old man sits and recollects. A chisel is lifted to stone, a hammer readied, as he carves another remembrance for another dead friend.
Though Ksceniya knew her far better... her passing will be missed by many.
The Shadow of Goldlight leaves an aether-touched sinka upon the grave, it's thorns stained with drops of black blood from a hand that gripped too tightly.
Another of the first of those I was fond of, has moved on, and I remain.
I had not known you as much as I would have liked to.
That seems to be the case more and more these days, for people lost.
Yet, known enough to care.
Known enough to grieve for.
Known enough to remember well.
Known enough, trusted enough, to be my choice for the most delicate of work.
For tending my wounds.
For understanding when I had fallen.
For buying me four more decades of time with the people I love, working what was oft thought impossible.
For being the reason I can pick my grandchildren up over my head even in my age.
Thank you, Galena.
It stings, and burns, to see you go on ahead.
One more good soul I knew, moving on.
Though it hurts to know you're gone...
I am glad that you were ready.
I hope it's peaceful there.
I hope the times we spent together were good to you.
I hope, at least once, a smile was given and remembered.
I hope you were happy.
I hope you still are.
I will remember you.
Goodbye, friend.
I will miss you.