Savaren's Funeral

From FiranMUX

Anarinuell: The Great Temple of Anarinuell

Arika quietly enters the temple and makes her way towards the noble benches with a polite nod to those already seated there.

Aryka arrives from the Sacred Path.

Yacen arrives from the Sacred Path.

Nisa slips in quietly, her armor glimmering in the light, the bronze so highly polished. She stands silently at the back by the doorn clasping her hands lightly behind her back.

Aldrin arrives from the Sacred Path.

Alastor eyes the Drikian table curiously, as he always does on entering the Great Temple, in case he spots Taleo lounging there sacrificing an infant or anything otherwise noteworthy. Once again, though, the table is vacant. He's assuming that the nobles he's accompanying will sit at the noble benches. When they don't, he hesitates, and whispers to Adan.

Carina, armed with her knew knowledge in etiquette, enters the Great Temple. She quietly finds a seat among the nobles, not quite ready to sit at the Eeshan table yet.

Tagda leans over to whisper something to Rislan very quickly, while keeping a hand on her youngest's leg, so he doesn't get up and sprint off somewhere.

Yassamin enters, escorted by guards, Alastor, and Adan. Her fingers only barely lie on his forearm, and even that ends the second they cross the threshhold. She moves forward to sit at the space dedicated to Unot, giving Amadea a nod before leaning in to speak to her.

Attis arrives from the Sacred Path.

Yacen enters into the temple with a little boy holding each hand. He bows to the nobility, a gesture he bids the two boys to do and they do, to varying degrees of success, before he takes a seat in the general seating area.

Lord High Priest Arnax enters the temple with revrence and glances around before making his way over to the Zutiv table and sitting down. While there he softly says a prayer for the proceedings.

Yaffros arrives from the Sacred Path.

Karish arrives from the Sacred Path.

Adan makes his way to sit with Yassamin as well, settling down next to her. He glances over briefly at Arika, but then back to his betrothed, and the company they keep at the table.

Ladonna enters followed by 2 body guards.

Odoni arrives from the Sacred Path.

Odoni removes her ~ Blackened Iron Spear with Blue Highlights ~.

Odoni puts ~ Blackened Iron Spear with Blue Highlights ~ into wooden trunk: Please Place Weapons Here.

Kelarik arrives from the Sacred Path.

Lucas arrives from the Sacred Path.

Aziza removes her Crimson Rings Bronze Spear.

Aziza enters the Sacred Path.

Selene enters followed by 2 republic guards.

Laytania arrives from the Sacred Path.

Upon spotting Adan and his little group heading towards the Unotian table, Arika's eyes cool considerably to chips of sapphire ice. After a very brief moment of looking at them, she pointedly looks away towards the bier.

Malatan arrives from the Sacred Path.

Nicola arrives from the Sacred Path.

Nicola hurries in and curtseys, before taking a seat.

Vana arrives from the Sacred Path.

Kelarik herds two of his kids into the temple, steering them towards the audience benches, their uncle, and their cousins. Cylisti males represent, apparently.

Nisa enters the Sacred Path.

Nicola is present for the Marcello family. Rar!

Laurelia arrives from the Sacred Path.

Thaddia doesn't watch people arrive. Nor does she acknowledge or greet anyone. Her gaze remains fixed in the direction of Savaren's body. Her expression remains flat, giving away nothing of her feelings.

Danel arrives from the Sacred Path.

Adeem arrives from the Sacred Path.

Selene moves up to Thaddia, standing silently.

Nisa arrives from the Sacred Path.

Adeem hesitantly arrives, clearly uncomfortable. He looks around through the crowd and moves over towards Malatan and Tezzer.

Kodiachi remains sitting; staring at Savaren in the front. Neverminding all the unspoken drama buzzing around and barely acknowledging the people she's sitting with.

Kalina arrives from the Sacred Path.

Ion has arrived.

Vana mosies her way in, sans children, and finds a spot amongst the many people gathered today.

Serina arrives from the Sacred Path.

Bringana has arrived.

Laurelia arrives just in time to not be late, moving at a serene pace. A nod is directed towards those worthy of notice before she makes her way towards the noble benches.

Ion's smile only grows ever so slightly, and he shakes his head. "Are you wondering if it was about you, then?" he inquires of Kalina. But then it's temple-time. Brushing snow from his clothing, the young man heads for a nearby bench. *Firan*

Balinda arrives from the Sacred Path.

Teonia has arrived.

Kalina gives Ion a long, long, far too long look as she joins him on the bench, lowering her voice to speak to him.

Cyrilla arrives from the Sacred Path.

Malatan enters the Sacred Path.

Serina enters the temple with her grandmother and children. She pauses to curtsy to the nobles present, then heads to the nearest bench, happy to find room in this crowded temple.

Galen arrives from the Sacred Path.

Tyrsun is sitting with his wife, like a dutiful husband.

Malatan arrives from the Sacred Path.

Galen puts Serious Monkey Business Bronze Spear into wooden trunk: Please Place Weapons Here.

Cyrilla pulls out one of the chairs at the Kamnestran table, and sits.

Laytania settles into a seat, expression solemn, hands folded grimly in her lap. She says nothing to the others at her bench, but looks straight ahead in silence.

Bringana moves slowly along to a bench, her limp noticable although she's helped along by her trusty cane. She can't curtsey, she'd fall on her face and she knows it! So instead, she nods to all the attending nobles present before she takes her seat next to her granddaugther.

Balinda walks into the temple with Teonia and the toddlers and helps her find a seat to settle into, and children beside her...discretely pressing a square of cloth into her hand before she quietly curtsies and slips back into some of the benches for the commoners.

Thaddia makes her first move since sitting down, which is to lightly touch her grandmother's hand.

With her two children attached to her, Teonia enters. Teonia's eyes are red, and she takes the cloth from balinda with a small nod of thanks. She sits at a bench with her family, adjusting her navy around her as she sits.

Aryka finally sits quietly among the others at the general audience benches.

Alexa is sitting over at the Srennian table with a young Ticanee boy, both respectfully quiet.

The temple is set for a state funeral, dimmed in the late evening, banners of navy edged with silver draping the walls and covering much of its usual grandeur. The air is thick with smoke, and the pyre has been built near the front of the temple, nearly covered with flowers.

Aldrin looks somber as usual at entering the Great Temple, glancing first towards his mother the High Priestess, before those big brown eyes start looking elsewhere. Once things seem to settle, the Ista Aldrik Lord moves rapidly over to the noble benches, joining the rest of his family and friends.

Rally arrives from the Sacred Path.

Fidelia stands near the pyre, her hands folded before her. She is draped in navy, her hair still shorn a little uneven, but combed neatly. Her voice is, as always, whisper soft, but she has arranged for a few initiates to repeat her words throughout the temple. "This is an historic occasion," she says softly. "For decades now the Elianiks have lived to serve the Republic. But Prince Savaren Elianik has been the first to make the ultimate sacrifice for the Republic -- to die for it on the field of battle."

Kodiachi reaches out slowly to grip the hand of Jericho and Dynn each as the funeral begins. Listening to Fidelia, the priestess' eyes do not leave the pyre.

Talikos arrives from the Sacred Path.

Zerasmus arrives from the Sacred Path.

Rislan sits somberly at the Noble benches. His Elianik jaw set stoically. His attention firmly on his brother's pyre.

Talikos clanks in, attempting to make as little noise as possible. Clank. Clank. He heads to a free spot in the noble benches.

Fidelia unfolds her hands and gestures widely. "What can we say about Prince Savaren Elianik? He was a son, a father, a brother, an husband. He was a warrior. A prince. Sometimes people are hard on princes; sometimes it is easy to think of them as the idle children of privilege. But Prince Savaren showed otherwise. He died to free Ellish, so in the future, other young fathers and husbands will not have to. And I am certain his grandfather Elianos would be very, very proud."

Kagi quietly cleans up and puts away the paints and brushes he was using at the table, leaving the painting he made out to dry as the service begins.

Amadea is here, even if her player must sleep.

Jericho takes his wife's hand and is silent, looking over to Fidelia as she speaks about the Prince. He nods his head slightly and closes his eyes.

Fidelia takes a deep breath. The sun has died out outside, and the temple is quite dim now, lit by the flickering of candles in the dimness, with only the faintest pale winter light trickling through the windows, reflecting off the snow. "Who will speak for him? Who will stand witness for him before Unot?"

Taleo stands up before the Great Temple, taking a few long breaths before speaking, "This war season more Elianik princes have fought then any war season before and so it is no surprise that the military has had it's most successful war season. Everything came together. Lord Donos' leadership, the spirit of the military, and the sacrifice from all families. Prince Savaren was a great man, a true hero, and a warrior unlike any other. I have often marveled at how Prince Rislan and Prince Savaren provided balance to each other's life. It is not unlike his marriage to my granddaughter Princess Teonia. Prince Savaren was consistent, he was the rock of the family. He died honorably, he died to free Ellish, and his sacrifice must never be forgotten. He leaves behind a void that will be missed. Rest well Prince Savaren. Rest well." *Firan*

Jericho rises and moves over to Savaren’s body. He looks over the body of his friend and nods his head with a slight smile, a sad smile. He turns to looking across the vast crowds. "I served with Prince Savaren last war season. The one before we took Ellish. We were both captured by the Shamibelians… and when all hope seemed gone…" he says and looks back to the man. "He showed his strength. He kept us all safe, he kept us all strong. He is the strongest man in this room… even in death…" he says and turns to Savaren. "Thank you my Prince. I am glad to call you friend, and I am glad to have served under you." he says and salutes and bows, keeping his words short and sweet.

Tagda is not short or sweet. Approaching the pyre dressed in her uniform with a navy arm band , Tagda looks down at Savaren, her former General. The Commander has been to many funerals by now, but not to one that belongs to one of her best friends, and now all the shock and feeling from the day she watched Savaren fall returns to her. Tagda watches Savaren as many memories race through her mind, as vivid as the moments that they actually took place. Her fingers rest on Savaren's hand, as if trying to draw out more memories that her soul could feast on. Watching Savaren's lifeless corpse, Tagda takes a deep breath and says more to Savaren than to anyone else, "I met you through my sponsor, your brother, Prince Rislan. I defaulted to believing, without even knowing you, that you had to be a good person too, since Prince Rislan went out of his way for my family in the past - surely the same gratitude runs in your blood." The Ticanee Shaman squeezes Savaren's hand just lightly and lets go quickly. "As my General, you forced me to grow and learn and become something better. And I did that. When you showed up at the front and heard of how well the Air Force was doing, you didn't shower me with 'I told you so's' or lay it all down at my feet. No. You knew I could do it all along and decided on bypassing anything that would turn it into /my/ accomplishment. Afterall, it was not my own. It was our whole Air Force."

Commander Tagda then brushes her fingers back through her hair as she gathers herself. "I didn't tell you goodbye at the front. The last time I spoke to you, I made you promises - promises I will keep. I won't say goodbye to you now either, Your Highness. You'll come back. My children will serve beside your reborn soul, and their children, and their children. You have left a legacy that they can live and die for. You shaped a whole unit of the army that would not have been who they were at the Front without you. When I told my daughter that a soldier dies a fearless death fighting to protect the Republic, she went home and tried to put my uniform on, vowing that she would be like you. And then she promptly attacked her brother with a wooden sword." With a sad smile, Tagda steps back a few paces. Her sky blue eyes fill with tears, which she doesn't bother to hide. She is not going to try and play the stoic here. Bringing her fist to her chest in a firm and crisp salute, Tagda quietly whispers, "For the Republic, Sir." Staring at Savaren one last time, the Commander turns on her heel and heads back to whence she came from, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.

Taria has arrived.

Sasiella has left.

Taria comes in, wearing mourning blue, looking grim-faced as a Ticanee Clan Leader.

Teonia walks up to the body of her husband, a child holding on to each hand. The children stare quietly at their father's body while Teonia address the gathered people. "Savaren was my love, my light. Being around him made the world brighter. And now that he is gone, my world is darker. But not dark. He has left me with our children and the memory of our too-brief time together. Although they are young, my children have learned from him courage already. I will not let them forget his bravery or honor. I will not forget him..." she's tearing up, choking a little on her words "Rest well, my love. Know peace." *Firan*

Adan makes his way forward and glances around the room. "I had the honor to serve, ever-so-briefly, as Prince Savaren's executive officer in his division. And when we sat down to make up the division, to choose our officers and men, he did not ask for the men with the greatest blood-lines or the most prominent fathers. No, he asked for those with promise and ability, of talent, if not legend. It was the spirit of Elianos, and I think the great leader of the Republic would have been proud of the Prince General. I was certainly proud to serve him and serve beside him in his final days." *Firan*

Kodiachi rises from the Uffian table and nods gently. "Prince Savaren wasn't just a Prince. He wasn't just a man. He was the pillar of support for many people. He was a Prince of the people. He truly cared and did what he could to aid those who worked hard for the Republic. He believed that the Republic's strongest attribute lay in the masses and the ability for the leaders and the lead to work together. To listen and support each other. I stood with him on the fields of Ellish in his last days. We all stood there and I saw it in his eyes. He was proud of what he saw. A freed Ellish... something beautiful. And perhaps he saw something more than any of us could. A halo a hope and triumph. A shining achievement; something he has always dreampt." Kodiachi looks to the man's body. "I, too, made you promises and I do intend to keep them. Your family will be kept safe and your memory honoured. Go to Unot and tell him your story, my Prince. Leave nothing out; no detail unsung. We, here, will do the same." She whispers something to the man softly and returns to her seat.

Ojitar arrives from the Sacred Path.

Rislan stands before the congregtion, his expression somber. He looks to his brother's pyre and draws in a deep breath, drawing in strength from his presence. Rislan turns and when he speaks it is with the kind of authority that he hopes would make his brother proud. "For so much of our live, when people would look at my brother they saw our father. I know there are many that felt my brother was not long for this world. He would burn brightly, but burn briefly. I know there were many that felt that perhaps that would be for the best. If anyone still believes that I have only this to say to them. Feck you all!

"As we send my brother to Unot, I do not look at the pyre of the son of Vahlgellan, but rather that of Price Savaren Elianik, the best of us. I never knew a better man than my brother. He was the bravest, boldest, toughest Firan I've ever had the honor to bleed beside, and occasionally be bloodied by." Rislan smiles briefly at the memory of raucous fist fights. "He did not make fancy speeches, he did not seek anyone's praise or love. He only ever did what he felt was right. All he ever did was fight for the his people, not because he was expected too, not because he thought it would make the people love him. and not even because it was what is expected of an Elianik.

"He was the big brother that protected me all my life. But I had to share him. He loved every man woman and child of this republic as much as if they were kin. He fought for each soul that lives free in our lands because he loved them as family, and would make any sacrifice to protect them." Rislan pauses for a moment, collecting his final thoughts. After a deep breath he continues. "In the end he made the ultimate sacrifice. The enemy feared him so greatly, that they couldn't find a fighter that could bring him down and they had to send one of their priests to call upon their god to do so. I love you my brother. You are no longer with us to say this, so I hope you'll give my voice strength to say it for you now....

"LONG LIVE THE REPUBLIC!!!"

The crowd looks bored and disinterested.

Ojitar moves in with his usual retinue, a bit late perhaps. The Clan Leader tries to move unobtrusively toward a more settled position near the other notables in the room, his expression suitably sober for the occasion.

Taria gives anyone who looks fecking bored and disinterested at Rislan's speech a LOOK OF DEATH(TM).

Harvinia arrives from the Sacred Path.

Balinda quietly advances when it is her turn to speak. "The words of everyone about this man are touching and inspiring. And they bring Prince Savaren to life in memories. There are so many memories..of the way he fought, laughed, of the way he looked when he spoke of his wife and family, of his courage in facing death and in his consideration of others, sparing comfort to those left behind. He was a remarkable example to us all, putting others before himself, loyal to them, strong in his beliefs. I wish I were a more eloquent speaker to do justice to all he meant to his friends, family and the republic." *Firan*

Selene says "Savaren, my nephew...." a pause as she takes a deep breath, cutting off the quiver of tears in her voice. "A boy I raised nearly as a son...I have no words to describe the hole you will leave in my heart and our lives. I only hope your brothers and sister will carry on the legacy you have left them as a hero to the Republic."" *Firan* While Elianik speech lessons appear to be something that needs to be a weekly class, there's no way Kagi looks bored nor disinterested, he is paying the gravest of attention, smiling a bit at the bloodied part too.

Arnax sits and listens to those standing for the Prince and leans back taking it all in.

Dynn has left.

His good bye's said, Rislan returns to his seat and hazel eyes watch the pyre waitin to watch his soul go to Unot.

Alexa is neither bored nor disinterested. (Her player /is/ semi-comatose, but not bored or disinterested either.)

(Kagi)When the boy is called forward, he holds one of the star necklaces that he and his friend Fallon have gifted to many of the notable dead. "I met Prince General Savaren Elianik just once, in the amphitheater, when he was introduced to me by someone. While many simply let their gaze pass, he took the time, listened to me, and encouraged me in my efforts. Later, after I was adopted, I found out that my new mother was one of many who had the privilege of training with him.

"I've also read scrolls on his valor in battle. The clan has declared that I have some very big expectations, and I am glad to have had met such an inspirational man, and promise to do all I can do to live up to those expectations. Thank you, Prince Savaren, for helping to lead in reclaiming Ellish, and for all you've done, and the drawing my mother made of you will hang next to your painting in my bedroom, so I can remember what I need to do. I know I'm not important enough to be granted your soul, but I will be fighting alongside the one who is gifted it, and I hope your gift to my mother will be what saves people in the future." With that, Kagi bows to the prince and places the necklace around his neck.

Kagi dresses Corpse of Savaren in his Shooting Star mourning bone necklace

Lucia is watching quietly as her player is eating. Oops.

Sometimes, silence is more eloquent than words. When it is his turn, Kelarik simply looks towards his sons, both still very little, and nods once, a little sad look on his face. Both Damen and Alerik wriggle free of the bench, little hands full of toys - tiny griffons, tiny pilots - and move over to the side of the bier to stretch up on tiptoe, carefully pushing the little wooden figures up into place. Alerik pauses with one of the figures, though, looking at it, and then that tiny, carved figure of Savaren himself is pushed up next to the other toys to rest beside the man it was made to resemble. "He's still my favorite," Alerik's piping voice tells Damen. Task done, both of the toddlers turn to hurry back towards their father, who helps them back up onto the bench to sit quietly. All of the important words have been said by people far better-spoken, after all.

Kelarik drops the --- Toy Tiny Wood Carvings of Savaren's Air Force ---.

Harvinia slips in the back and slides into a table. She looks more then a little pale already. She looks over the front and reaches up to whipe at her eye.

Sharin arrives from the Sacred Path.

As the small boys go forward with their toys, Teonia gives a quiet but audible sob, and hugs Salvian, who is sitting on her lap.

Attis is suddenly teary-eyed but he is not completely convincing.

Attis looks overcome by dispassion.

Taria comes forward very quietly, clutching a dagger in her hand. For those who have seen her at her best and her worst, seeing her with a weapon might not be so surprising a thing. She is almost never without one. But this one she cradles like a child. "I will not come before this assemblage and say that I expected much of Prince Savaren. I will not lie before the gods. I had seen the curse of the mad side of the Elianiks course through his father's blood and under his own skin, I was quite sure. I thought he was a surly child--a worthless spoiled Prince who would be the ruin of us all and I was determined that he should never be Ranivor." Taria waits and allows people to boo or hiss. "But I would like to say that Prince Savaren proved something that I have been in dire need of remembering--that we are not only what we are born to. We are what we make of our birth and our circumstance. He was not Elianos, but neither was he Vahlgellan. I realize now, he was the Prince most worthy to be Ranivor... for he spilled his blood and won us back..." Taria now quiets, and her voice quavers. "He won us back the freedom of thousands of Ticanee citizens who had despaired of living without chains. He won us back hope in the future. With his own blood. And I am so humbled I am here to show him the highest tribute I know. . . there was another prince, you see, who gave his life outside Ellish. His name was Vahlon. He was my brother. I loved him. I loved him so much--there is not a day that goes by I don't grieve for him. And I have very few things that belonged to him. But this dagger he gave me and now I put it on the fire. It will not fade to ash--neither will Savaren nor Vahlon disappear. But this dagger will be tempered by his spirit, changed forever in his fire, just like this Republic." Taria kisses her fingertips and lays them gently upon Savaren's forehead as if he were her own child, or her own brother, or her own daughter who died at war. . .

Taria drops the Wolf And Moon Iron Dagger.

Kodiachi grips on her navy wools tightly; fighting to keep her eyes on the pyre rather than looking away.

Tagda watches her Clan Leader and then redirects her tear-filled eyes to her boots.

Fidelia clears her throat, and pulls an owl feather from her pouch, rubbing it lightly between her fingers. "I now ask," she murmurs, "that you all bow your head and pray for the soul of Prince Savaren Elianik."

Ojitar says "Savaren Elianik. I knew him from childhood - his, and mine. He was a rival of mine in our youths, if I am to be honest - a child destined for greatness and one that seemed to know it from early on. There was no doubt for either of us that Savaren would rise to greatness one day - and it is no surprise to me that this greatness came on the battlefield. He proved to us that he was worthy of his name - and in him we have a shining example of why this Republic stands strong. If there are always Princes like Savaren, the Shamibelians will never destroy us. As long as men like him lead us and show us the way to victory, laying down their lives on the battlefield beside us, we will never know defeat. In men like that one, our freedom was born. Prince Savaren Elianik gave his life for this Republic, and there is no greater honour. He will forever be saluted, as a friend and as a hero." *Firan*

Taria's lower lip trembles to the point that she looks as if she might burst out into tears right there, in front of the Firans, and she is staring at her brother's dagger, and maybe thinking of him, and his funeral, when she took his ashes and promised to build a city in his name. "Who will build a city for Savaren?" she whispers, and then buries her face in Taleo's chest. *Firan*

Taleo keeps his arm around Taria's shoulders, offering her that comfort while the funeral continues. He takes deep breaths, his looks over toward Teonia and Rislan most telling as he looks to see how they're doing through all this.

Kodiachi leans against Jericho heavily; her hands to her swollen stomach as the proceedings seem to start drawing to that final moment.

--- Toy Tiny Wood Carvings of Savaren's Air Force --- has left.

Fidelia drops the --- Toy Tiny Wood Carvings of Savaren's Air Force ---.

Kalina has left.

Galen has left.

Teonia is weeping quietly, occasionaly wiping her eyes with the cloth Balinda gave her (or wiping her children's noses). She hugs Savlian to her with one arm as he sits on her lap, and with the other holds onto her daughter Ellia's hand. Her eyes are fixed on the pyre.

Sharin steps up to the front of the Temple very solemnly in his Republic Greens, the ones that he has worn to every funeral so far. He looks down at the body for a few moments, sighing. "Prince Savaren was a friend of mine from the very earliest days of my life. He treated me like a brother, and took the time to know all of his Rissik cousins." Sharin says, clearly fighting against emotion himself. "He was a great man, if not the greatest that I ever knew. He saw value on all of the men and women he served with, and extended the hand of friendship and trust to many, and many that none would have faulted him for distancing himself from. When he was dying he was surrounded by men and women from all walks of life, from all backgrounds. His brother, his champion, his pilots, his friends, and his cousin...all men who were proud to have known him. And all who would have gladly gone back to die for him, if they had been able to." He sighs again, looking down for a moment. "His last thoughts were of his soldiers, of their accomplishments, and of his family, as a good man should think of. When he had heard of the attacks on the city and the attacks on his family...he made a vow to me that he would show the Shamibelians the cost of attacking those he loved. And he did. With his very heart and soul, he showed them never to cross such a noble, valiant warrior. Savaren gave us a lesson for us, and for us to teach the next generation: To live every day with your whole heart and soul and your head held high, to fight to the very last breath and bleed for your family, and to go to Unot with your head held high all along the way." He looks to Savaren. "The only thing I would burn he asked me to keep, to pass on to his children later as they learned the arts of the warrior. Again thinking only of his children." He sighs again as he looks to the man. "We will all miss you, Prince Savaren. And I will miss you, my cousin. Gods bless you, and everything you did." And he steps back. *Firan*

The temple is quiet now, filled only with the faint murmurings of prayer and the scent of incense.

Harvinia's shoulders shake a bit as she mumers her quiet little prayer for the prince.

Fidelia has her hand on the torch now, the ruddy light casting shape-shifting shadows on the temple walls. She looks to the owls for a long moment, quiet, head tilted a little to one side, and then extends one hand, over the prince's chest. She relaxes her fingers, and the owl feather slips between them, to alight on the green silk of the toga. "Give him wings," she murmurs, "Let him soar to touch the light of the stars. Take him, Lord Unot, and ward him well..."

Zerasmus has left.

Fidelia takes a deep breath, and touches the torch to the pyre. It flares up, flames crackling hungrily, and soon the figure of the prince is lost in fire and smoke.

Fidelia performs the last funeral rites for Corpse of Savaren, igniting the body. Flames engulf the remains, glowing embers floating skyward and into the heavens.

Corpse of Savaren has left.

Serina as always, simply mouths the words to the funeral song, not wishing to defile the solemn occasion with her lack of singing ability.

Tagda doesn't look up as the body is burned. She stays looking down and sings quietly to herself, tears falling from her cheeks as she does so. Her children all sing along in various tones that don't sound quite on key. It's a Leafchaser choir. But, as soon as she is done singing, she rises to her feet, whispers something to her sponsor, and heads on out, unable to stay much longer.