Wait for me to come home

It was after Eligos had left, and Riva had slowly returned to some semblance of sane. She seemed to teether upon the cliff of insanity still, with the Long Night not long gone. The visions and voices that had plagued her wouldn’t easily be forgotten. Even then, it was hard to want to be rational in the face of burying one's child.

It had rained recently, and the ground was soft. It made the arduous task of digging a grave a little easier. Physically, at least. There was still a dampness to the air, like the world was on the verge of a mist. She hugged the body to her one last time, tears in her eyes as she took a shuddering breath, before laying her gently on the ground. Her paws moved to her wounds, wondering if she should have stitched them. Did one mend the wounds of the dead? She started to run her paws over Dante, slowly first, and then faster. Confusion spiking her heart rate. "Pyrrhic." She whispered in alarm


"Speech"