Graciana's Funeral
From FiranMUX
Anarinuell: Palace District -- Temple of Soli
The central room of the temple is spacious and warm, the circular floor ringed by arching columns of white and pearl grey marble reaching to the high ceiling. Set within an outer ring of blue rimmed with gold, the tiled floor bears the comforting sign of Mother Soli in the center. A stone basin of clear, scented water is set just inside the entrance, and the spicy aroma of incense wafts out from censers hanging down from the dark wood rafters arching above. A smooth, attractive pink and grey granite altar opposite the entrance also bears the sign of Mother Soli carved into the front. Two doors in the back wall, on either side of the altar, lead to private quarters and private consulting rooms. Sunlight fills the room with a warm glow.
Contents: ~;*Vine and flower woven basket*;~ 5 echinacea flowers 5 buttercup flowers 14 iris flowers 5 lavender flowers 5 rose flowers Vase with Figures of Children Large Marble Sculpture of Priestess Graciana
Oriana walks quietly into the temple, her little baby in her arms. She sighs softly and looks around, her dark eyes glistening as they glance towards the Initiates that set down the body.
Ibania has brought her children, as well. If, by any chance, Graciana can still somehow see what is going on, she knows children is something important. At least hers are good, too. Diamia is quiet, and Banian smiles at everyone.
Yasha arrives in a hurry, Mauvia on one arm, dragging the fussy and rather dirty-looking Marsalos by the other. All those raspberry tarts she fed to him to keep him quiet have left their mark. She tries to appear somber as she enters the temple, all clad in mourning silks.
Fannisha replies to Nalia, "Hello, high priestess. Do you need any help?" She goes to follow her and Fidelia as they prepare the funeral.
Inessa didn't want to be late so she didn't change.. and looks like a fall bouquet. Ah well. She is somber as she enters, and spies Ibania in the crowd, making her way over near her.
"If you could see to arranging the flowers about her," Nalia asks quietly, watching those who filter into the temple with a kind eye, "It... would be very much appreciated."
Isik attempts to enter quietly and unobtrusively but the sight of a Gold Dragon in Republic uniform is perhaps distinct enough that he does not find it possible to do so. With a respectful expression, his right arm bandaged heavily and cradled against his body, he moves to an out of the way corner to observe and pay his respects.
Yasha points a finger at Marsalos. "You stand here. Or you won't go to the festival anymore." Marsalos looks as scowling as ever as Yasha hurries to her aunt's side to take care of Talion and Tyrontino as well. It must have been Yasha's calling to serve as a nanny today, but it is very fitting, at Graciana's funeral.
Fannisha nods to Nalia, replying, "Sure, high priestess," as she picks up a handful of flowers and starts tucking them alongside Graciana on the pyre, putting different kinds alongside each other.
Fidelia slowly moves to the pyre, beside Nalia. After all, she's sort of part of the family of the deceased. "High Priestess," she says quietly to Nalia, face sombre.
Mauvia enters into the temple, with Yasha leading the way. She is moving slower than normal, her old bones no longer what they used to be. "Somewhere close to the front," she murmurs lightly to the young Iberik woman, "preferably." As she gets closer, she pauses near Nalia and smiles, taking young Ty off of her hands for now. "Lady Nalia..." there's a sadness to her eyes, and a slight distance to her voice. Its likely because of the event than some misunderstanding... maybe.
Zayes enters the great temple, unclanking and rather quietly. She moves over to a pew in the rear and takes a seat, observing silently.
Rufina arrives, looking a little winded but determined she would make it. The first thing she notices is the flowers, hundred and hundreds of flowers. There is a disappointed glance downward at the two stems in her hand, seemingly insignificant in comparison. She finds a seat in the back and lowers her head to to pray.
Ty has toddled off towards Mauvia at her entrance, and nods to Yasha, transferring Talion as she approaches. "Thank you, thank you both." Nalia's eyes hold little of her usual smile, her lips curling up out of politeness. "And a good day to you, Lady Priestess," She emits a gentle sigh, a nod given to Fidelia at her approach.
Quonasi makes his way into the temple solemnly.
Oriana walks quietly over to near the body, her gentle eyes looking sadly at Graciana. She cuddles her tiny baby to her and murmurs something quietly in prayer. Someone looked at you.
Inessa sits in the back, and offers a quiet prayer to Soli.
Being festival time, Nalia seems not to be in a rush to start such an event, understanding that there will be those who come late. She glances back towards Graciana, sighing heavily as she waits a few more moments.
Sabinus makes his way into the temple quietly. His attitude is subdued, and though the young Chimeran proxy doesn't shed any tears - that would be un-Chimeran! - grief is evident in the set of his face, and in the look in his eyes as he glances over to where the body lies in state.
Fidelia shifts her weight a little, from one foot to another, and sighs softly as she regards Graciana's peaceful visage. Graci would be happy. The Ista Aldrik oddball is wearing hairpins. Her hair's even a decent length now! "Can I help with anything?" she asks Nalia. It's half-question, half-plea.
Inessa finishes her prayer and blinks as Ibania whispers something, and allows a small smile as she whispers quietly back.
Taria enters the sacred place looking almost entirely unlike herself. She is dressed in the blue of mourning, but like a proper Firan woman might, and *gasp* is Taria Oshta wearing hairpins? She is. See? Graciana thought she never listened, but she did. And her blue tattooed very improper eyes are red even before she walks through the door.
Fannisha is still picking up various flowers and arranging them alongside Graciana, taking her time so they look nice.
Quonasi spots Taria entering out of the corner of his eye and moves to her side, standing there for silent support.
Jalil steps in silently, making his way to the front to pay his respects to his almost-grandmother. His face is long, drawn, pained. He, too, is dressed in navy. After looking at the cold form of Graci on the bier, he steps back into the crowd, hoping to get lost today.
Cradling Talion to herself, Yasha did indeed secure a place in the front for Lady Mauvia and herself. She gently coos to the baby boy, shoots Marsalos a quick look, but remains mostly quiet, awaiting for the ceremony to begin. Her eyes are on Graciana's body, with sadness.
Ibania is wearing navy as well, and nods to Inessa, "Take Dia, she is at a stage where I think she's a little jealous of the attention I have to give Banian." quietly.
Olena enters quietly at the side of her husband and joins the crowd gathering.
Nalia looks about at Fidelia's question, understanding her questioning plea truly. "Of course, thank you. You... Know the other things that need to be done." Checking the pyre, flowers, candles - she trusts the Priestess, easily. "Thank you," She says again, her voice nearly a whisper as she faces forward, preparing to begin, trying to meet the eyes of those here.
Mauvia holds Ty's hand gently, leading him over to one of the benches in the temple. She offers Nalia another faint smile, then settles herself in a chair, helping Ty to sit beside her and tucking him gently under one arm. Oh dear, she's forgotten to bring a piece of clean cloth to wipe her eyes with! Sniffling somewhat, she looks around, unable to help herself. Afterall, Mother Graciana was as much an influence on her life as she was on countless others.
Isik has managed to get a bit lost in the crowd and does so even more as he sees more and more of exalted station entering and paying their respects in turn. He has a respectful look about him but is perhaps not as grief-stricken as those who know the Dame better.
Inessa smiles and reaches over, scooping up the squirming little toddler, who promply grabs a fist full of braid and plops her thumb in her mouth. Inessa chuckles and sighs. "Guess my hair is good for something?" Murmuring to Ibania quietly.
Fidelia inclines her head slightly to Nalia, wordlessly, the sapphires on her hairpins winking among her hair. They were a (nagging) gift from Graciana, but only she and the corpse know that. Fidelia drifts about the pyre in navy wool, checking the pyre and candles, arranging flowers...a thousand and one little tasks to keep the fingers busy and the mind lulled. Once she stops and fusses with Graciana's hairpins, much as the old woman used to fuss with hers.
Ibania murmurs, "Here, tell her this," quietly making a gesture. "It means hello."
Sabinus is clad in his armor, as he nearly always is. Yet a navy armband is wrapped around one arm, and despite the lack of tears, the set of his eyes leaves little doubt as to the genuine nature of the young proxy's grief; Sabinus has never been very skilled at hiding his emotions. He offers a nod of greeting to Taria as the Ticanee clan leader enters, and a faint ghost of a smile as he sees that Ibania brought Diamia, but then his attention turns back solemnly to the front of the temple.
Taria gives Quonasi's hand a quick squeeze, but is looking very somber. She has brought the children with her. All four of them. (In spite of their objects not being here, we can just pretend.) Mateo is, thank the Gods, asleep for a change. Taleena is looking rather unamused by the entire endeavor, being held by a servant.
Judanus has that sort of bored callow look of children who don't know what is expected of them. But Ojitar is dressed in dark blue, and is properly somber, only opening his eyes a little bit when he sees Jalil... and whispering, "Is that daddy?"
Inessa smiles faintly and mimicks the gesture, and Diamia giggles quietly and reaches for her fingers with her chubby little hand.
Junia slips into the Temple with Petrina, fashionably late. Without a word, the two Ista Aldrik ladies find empty seats and settle themselves down.
And in all this sea of navy is Rufina, like most doing her best to lose herself in the crowd and inwardly hoping those near her will understand she rushed over from Sarkaran with no time to change. She cups the two flowers in her hand, head still bowed in silent prayer as the temple fills.
Jalil smiles over at Taria and the boys. He sees Ojitar pointing, but can't hear him. He waves a little.
Quonasi leans in, murmuring something quietly to Taria and taking Taleena off the hands of the servant carrying her.
Oriana prays softly for a moment then opens her eyess and looks towards the High Priestess Nalia. She walks quietly closer, looking to see if there is anything she can do to help by not wanting to get in the way.
Looking grimy and already bored out of his mind, not dressed in one bit of blue, son of a floof that he is, Marsalos looks about the temple, the numerous children of the Oshta waking his interest. Now to have his sister's cane and to wreak havoc. One look from Yasha is enough to make him scowl again and fidget. Big sisters are never fun, especially not the extremely prissy Yasha who looks ready to bawl any moment now. And the funeral hasn't even begun.
Quonasi almost smiles for just half a second at something Taria whispers to him, but the expression is quickly muffled as he holds Taleena a little more closely.
Taria's daughter, for her all her grumpiness, takes to Quonasi for some reason. Clearly, he bribes her. Meanwhile, Taria cradles her child close, and with the boys in reach, she nods to Judanus and Ojitar. "Yes, you can say hello to him later. Wave for now. But first we must say goodbye to a hero of the republic." When Taria sees Fidelia adjust Graciana's hairpins, even the stoic cold-hearted clan leader has to look away, and clear her throat.
Whisperings and murmurings from the people inside the temple catch Mauvia's attention. She continues to hold onto Ty as she looks around the room, turning her gaze away from Graciana long enough to see who's entered the building. Spying Taria, she offers her other daughter-in-law a rather feeble smile, which wavers between a distinct look of sadness.
Junia keeps her gaze locked straight ahead of her, her expression serene as she refuses to allow her grief to show. Graci wouldn't have wanted that. Her hands rest in her lap, fingers tightly linked together.
Fannisha steps back once she's set the flowers around Graciana, trying to stay out of Fidelia's way as she fusses over the details. Not saying anything else, she backs off nearer a wall to stay out of the way.
Ibania is trying to keep herself distracted by giving Inessa assorted 'words' that Diamia understands, but she just can't look towards graci. Can't cry. Mustn't.
Latta limps into the temple, looking a little worse for wear. She pauses at the archway to glance over all assembled, then standing as straight as possible, enters on in but keeps close to the back.
Nalia waits for a modicum of attention to be given towards those at the front, and motions towards the few Unotian initiates to close the door, and make sure all the candles are light for the ritual that seems about to occur. "Good people of Anarinuell, and beyond," She starts with a quiet voice, looking away almost too quickly as Fidelia adjusts the hairpins, and waits to continue for others to finish settling.
Ladeena enters quietly so as not to disturb any ceremonial proceedings, She notices all members of her clan and catches sight of the deceased, sighing inaudibly she takes a seat to await the funerary rites.
Sabinus watches Fidelia fuss over Graciana's still form, and though the Chimeran proxy still sheds no tears he swallows once as though he's got a lump in his throat. But he remains silent, simply watching. He said his piece about Graciana in a speech already...all that remains now to him is private goodbyes, and to see her sent safely on to Unot. His attention shifts to Nalia, as she begins to speak.
Fidelia gives Graciana's hairpins an affectionate little pat, adjusts the garland about Graciana's neck, and then forces herself to step away, folding her hands with a visible effort. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the flowers, and tries to stare at the back wall, eyes glittering damply in the candlelight.
Mauvia turns her attention away from Taria for the moment, looking to Nalia as the High Priestess of Unot starts to speak. She holds Ty closer to her, taking some comfort in the small form of her grandson nearby.
Olena looks quite surprised to see the Bear Clan Proxy speaking with messengers after Nalia seems to have started the ceremony. She shakes her head slightly and turns her attention to the priestess.
Taria whispers softly to her children, "Look upon her kindly and strong face, and the proper way she seems. Her aura is there even now in repose. Remember it, memorize it like a painting, because after today, we will not see it again. She will have to live in our hearts and mind's eye...."
Yasha continues to hold Talion close, always an eye on the more restless one of the Iberik brood. Supporting the baby like a pro, and he's such a lovely quiet one, she turns her head towards Nalia to listen to her words, to keenly watch the proceedings.
Ladeena eats 1 raspberry glazed cakes.
Oriana steps quietly out of the way, staying nearby though and holding her little daughter in her arms. She closes her eyes occasionally to murmur a soft prayer as she listens to Nalia.
Ladeena closes her eyes briefly, murmuring a prayer for the passed Dame, and lowers her eyes the the ground, covering her face as she does so... "I have much to say on the subject of Dame High Priestess Graciana," Nalia starts, her head held high and her voice strong and projecting after a quiet bout of thought clearing, pushing her own emotions down, "And there is much we all have to say. She was a gift to us, a true treasure, and her loss will affect this Republic more than one could ever realize. Our time here on Aerval is short, a we are honored and blessed to be able to share our time, with her." Her hand motions over towards Graciana, and a loving look is given.
Inessa cuddles Diamia gently as she listens, and the toddler gurgles quietly against Inessa's shoulder.
A knot forms in Jalil's throat as he sees Ladeena eat a raspberry glazed cake. The damn bursts, and tears start spilling over onto his cheeks. He barely hears anything Nalia says now.
Taria looks around and realizes that perhaps unlike most funerals she has gone to, this one encompasses many generations. Graciana's life was long, and she apparently touched people of all ages. When Taria sees Jalil's emotions, she hurriedly looks down, and then slowly makes her way through the standing room only crowd.
Ladeena looks up from her prayers, upon hearing Jalil's tears, and, as much as she had tried to avoid crying, tears begin to freely flow down her cheeks now, a fact she relinquishes attempting to hide, and looks up to Nalia, intent upon her words, yet shaking slightly as she weeps.
Quonasi looks vaguely annoyed at the sight of his neice in the arms of a Didoron and holds Taleena a little closer, focusing himself on Nalia's words.
Fidelia stands just behind Nalia as she speaks; just a part of the stage set as Jane Q. Random Priestess. Her hands are folded tightly across her stomach, and her gaze is set firmly on the opposite wall, motionless except for the occasional choked breath.
Olena fixes her eyes on Nalia, simply nodding as she speaks. She frowns slightly as messenger continue to run in and out of the ceremony. A sigh escapes her lips.
Isik draws a shaky breath as he notices the cakes in the crowd, remembering all the times that Dame Graciana sent her little sweets to the barracks for no reason other than to cheer the soldiers. He bows his head and closes his eyes, focusing upon Nalia's words.
Sabinus glances over in surprise at Jalil's tears, but then back to Nalia. Still Sabinus refuses to cry; it wouldn't be Chimeran, it wouldn't be proper. But that lump in his throat is getting awful big.
Junia gazes unwavering at Nalia, refusing to look at Graciana's still form. She cannot look, or she'll give in to her grief. She swallows with difficulty, the lump in throat making it difficult even to breathe.
Mauvia's own features turn into a stoic mask, many things running through this elderly womans mind. Yet, she can't help the stream of tears which seem to easily cascade down her face, causing Ty some manner of concern. "Granmama, what's wrong?" he pipes up, only to be shushed softly and giving a few murmured whispers of reassurance by Mauvia, soft and low so as not to disturb things too much.
"Unot will take her soul, but first, first," Nalia says, a finger raising as she does her own best to keep her emotions in check, "We will bear witness to her life, the life we all were blessed to share with her. All who wish to speak, please - rise and approach to address those assembled with your words."
Ibania isn't crying at all. Nope. Her eyes are just leaking is all. Yep.
Philander quickly hobbles his way into the Temple, having been fixed up quite nicely, but still rather sore and having to rely mostly on his right side to get moving. Both slowing and quieting down once he's actually into the temple, he stops behind the procession, carefully scanning about all of the people, trying to find someone inparticular.
For someone who looked ready to bawl any moment, Yasha's eyes are surprisingly dry. She continues to hold Talion, and then rises, to speak her own part, when it's her turn.
Taria was about to reach Jalil's side when he gets in line. Just as well. She sees that Argus and Olena are here, and that kind of gossip would surely get back to that bovine Emeelya. Or at least, that's what Taria calls her. Taria hangs back, and ruffles Ojitar's head. The little boy has looked around at all the other people crying, and his eyes start to water. He didn't know Graciana, but he whispers, "Everyone's crying!" And that makes the tears spill over his cheeks and his little fists ball and rub them away.
Junia rises to her feet and moves forward to speak. Even the casual observer can tell her jaw is tightly clenched, and though she holds her hands linked in front of her, her fingers are white from the force of her own grip.
Latta remains in the back. She didn't know the woman well enough to speak of her but certainly wants to pay her respects. She tries to remain standing tall though finds herself leaning against the wall so pushes back up.
Too emotional to get up and say anything, Mauvia contents herself with staying on the bench. Likely, she'd be too slow at doing anything while up there anyway, her age catching up to her all that much more vividly while attending this event. Ty offers a bit of comfort, and it is to that which she clings.
Lianna also stays by the wall, never having known the famed high priestess in spite of running into the woman a time or two. Nevertheless, she catches her lower lip between her teeth, struggling to keep her emotions in check as she watches the mourners step forward and speak in turn.
Fidelia takes a deep breath, gaze going to the flower-strewn pyre. She attempts to remain composed, but she blinks often, as if blinking away tears.
Jalil steps forward and clears his throat. "Graciana..." his voice cracks, and he has to start over. He wipes his teary cheeks with the end of his scratchy wool toga. Ahem. "Graciana was a grandmother to me. To many people." He pauses to pull himself together. "I think we all remember her as kind, caring, and yes, sometimes nagging," he says with a wan grin, however brief. "She taught us about life. She gave us advice, even when we didn't want it, but probably needed it. She fed us." He starts to talk a little faster now. "Oh, how she fed us," he says with a sudden wide grin. "She loved to cook. She used to cook for all of us in the palace when I was a boy. And if we didn't eat it all, we got a gentle scolding." He looks around the room, then to the lifeless form of Graciana. "It wasn't that we didn't like dinner." His eyes well up with tears again, and he bites his lip. "We were just saving room for dessert." He starts crying again, silently, looking down at her. A bit later. "Graciana, we will miss you, and we will miss your raspberry glazed cakes."
Olena closes her eyes briefly as if shielding herself from the overwhelming emotions sweeping the room. Her expression is solemn, for though she did not know Graciana well, its clear that she respected the woman. She even starts to look a bit teary as she listens to Jalil's words.
Ladeena wraps her arms about herself, hugging herself tightly before reaching over her shoulders to straighten her stola and pull it closer about her. She bows her head once more, face to the ground, glancing up now and again to see who is about to speak, but content to listen to their breaking voices without the need to see their tearful expressions...even those who hide their tears show mourning, and she weeps enough as it is, silently.
Quonasi kneels down by Ojitar and squeezes his shoulder, murmuring softly to the little lordling, in Ticanee. "Shhh. It is okay, Ojitar. Dame Graciana was well loved and people are crying because they will miss her. People like your father. But she will be with Unot, now. And soon her soul will come back to rejoin us. So this isn't a goodbye. Only a 'see you later'."
Jalil wipes his eyes and slowly walks back to the crowd, looking at no one.
Zeysani hurries in, just a little late.
Ladeena puts 2 raspberry glazed cakes into backpack.
Ladeena sets down the raspberry glazed cake.
Inaya hurries in, late. She realizes that there is a line to speak and joins it. Her expression is sad and she holds her son's hand, murmerming quietly to him, "We have to say goodbye to Nanny Graci today. And we'll miss her."
Philander watches as Junia heads off into line, peering over towards where she left from. Heading over, he quietly takes a seat in that vicinity, hoping he's atleast close to where she was sitting. Quietly settling in, his armor clanking just lightly, he doesn't move another muscle, making sure he stays entirely silent as to not interrupt anyone giving any words on Graciana's behalf.
Taria doesn't cry. At least, that's what she tells herself. But Jalil's comments cause her to be very glad that she took Graciana's advice and wore a palla today, because Palla's are very useful things. You can hide your face in them. And then no one can see savage Ticanee clan leader tears.
Jalil takes the cakes handed to him by Ladeena, whom he doesn't know. He barely notices, and just holds it.
Ladeena offers Jalil a raspberry glazed cake...feeling he needs one, as he steps out of line, she miles warmly at him through her tears and nods, returning to her seat.
Zeysani looks about the crowded temple and stays to the back for now. Why bring to attention that she was just a wee bit late?
Ojitar doesn't really seem like he understands, but he nods to Quonasi, and sniffles some more, and asks quietly, "Can we have a party for her when she comes back?"
Sabinus's expression turns faintly concerned as he looks at the Ista Aldrik ahead of him in line blinking back tears. For a moment, one hand reaches out as if to settle on Fidelia's shoulder reassuringly...but then it drops back to his side as Sabinus listens to Jalil's rememberance of Graciana.
Junia bites down on the inside of her cheeks and blinks several times. No, her eyes aren't shimmering with tears. Really, it's only a trick of the light. Lifting a hand, she pats the bun coiled at the nape of her neck lightly, making sure her hairpins are still in place. Junia wouldn't want to disappoint Graci by having crooked hairpins.
Udette slips in as quietly as possible, settling into a place where she can listen to the rembrances. Her hands rest lightly on her lap, fingers folded tightly.
Ibania takes a good few moments to gether her thoughts, then raises her voice. "I had meant, for months, to come see Graci, and show her my son. For one reason or another I never got to do it. I always just thought, she'll be there. As she has always been there. As I I thought she always would be there. Graciana, I am so sorry for ever taking you for granted. You missed far more than I had ever imagined. You were a rock to my world, a comforting solid force, and," tears streaming down her face, "I am so sorry, and so grateful, that I was lucky enough to know you. You will never be forgotten."
Quonasi smiles a little at Ojitar murmurs, "We'll try. Now be quiet and listen to the people talk about all the great things she has done."
Taria swallows hard at Ibania's words. Graciana has always been there. Even when the heroes were gone, we still had Gracie.
Ibania has just finished saying her words, and buries her face in Banian's clothing, quietly weeping.
Inessa sighs quietly as the speaking continues and cuddles Diamia close, who points and giggles as Ibania gets up to speak. "Ma ma." Gurgling with a giggle.
Zeysani glances over to the door, seeing that her brother has arrived.
Nydiam arrives a bit late. Isn't he always? He looks around and then quietly takes a seat.
Ibania looks a little surprised as Diamia manages something approaching normal vocabulary, but well. Pure accident. She signs her 'hello' back to Diamia, and adds an 'I love you'.
Junia steps forward, holding her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Still, even speaking now, she avoids looking at Graciana's still form. "Graciana," she begins, having to force her voice past the lump in her throat, "was a wonderful woman, as anyone here will tell you. She was like a mother to my family, offering advice and a shoulder when one was needed." She swallows visibly, takes a deep breath, and continues. "Like Lady Proxy Ibania, I took Graciana for granted as well. For days, I put off coming to visit her because I had always had something 'more important' to do." Her gaze lowers now to Graciana's face and the tears that had been threatening to spill since she walked into the temple now go coursing down her face. "I'm so sorry, Graciana. You were so good to us. I will miss you so much." Reaching up, she brushes away the tears on her cheeks, then moves to Graciana's side. Leaning down, she kisses the High Priestess' brow, then hurries back to her seat, using the corner of her palla as a hankerchief to wipe away her tears.
Lianna starts sniffling, and hastily draws an edge of her palla up to dab at her now-teary eyes.
Olena twists the edge of her palla between her fingers tightly as she listens to those who knew Graciana well speaking in memory of her.
Ibania is unashamedly sniffling. Agarn may have been a war hero but Graci affected her more. So much more. And no shoulder to cry on, just Banian.
Udette listens to Ibania quietly, her fingers tightening in her lap. The woman that touched so many lives is gone.
