It's a terrible day for rain
11-26-2020, 06:50 PM
Her journey back with Fel had been a silent one, though the absence of pointless chatter was hardly something that left either of them uncomfortable. Thalia was often a wolf of few words, especially when words were not needed. Aureus was dead, and they needed to spend time mourning his departure from this world in whatever way was possible. She understood what it meant to really honor him, to carry on his legacy - to grow as Abraxas and prove their greatness would do just that - but she didn't know how to grieve for him. Should she even stay in Abaven now? Would her family need her here more than there? Or would she be doing Aureus a disservice by abandoning her plans just because of this. She hadn't known Aureus very well but he'd struck her as dutiful as any Abraxas should be. He wouldn't want their entire lives to be permanently uprooted because of his untimely passing.
But for now, she'd return home and grieve with her family. She hadn't even stopped to tell Theory where she was going, deciding she would understand when she returned. By the time they reached the ravine, Thalia was exhausted. They'd spent the full day traveling and her body ached for sleep, but she wouldn't give in to its demands. There were more important matters to tend to. She spent the hours before dusk preparing something for Aureus herself. They hadn't had the opportunity to properly say goodbye to Malleus, and in a way she wondered if this was a funeral for him as much as it was for Aureus. Mulling over her thoughts, she'd decided to fetch something she'd left behind to lay on his grave. Once the sun fell and engulfed the lands in darkness, save for the funeral pyre Eligos had crafted. Stealing a glance toward her brother, she took a moment to approach the pyre as she laid down a single cherry blossom, a gift given to her by Saren so long ago. She had treasured it then, just as Aureus had been treasured, in life as well as in death. Thalia bowed her head and was silent for a long moment before slipping away, making way for the next wolf.
But for now, she'd return home and grieve with her family. She hadn't even stopped to tell Theory where she was going, deciding she would understand when she returned. By the time they reached the ravine, Thalia was exhausted. They'd spent the full day traveling and her body ached for sleep, but she wouldn't give in to its demands. There were more important matters to tend to. She spent the hours before dusk preparing something for Aureus herself. They hadn't had the opportunity to properly say goodbye to Malleus, and in a way she wondered if this was a funeral for him as much as it was for Aureus. Mulling over her thoughts, she'd decided to fetch something she'd left behind to lay on his grave. Once the sun fell and engulfed the lands in darkness, save for the funeral pyre Eligos had crafted. Stealing a glance toward her brother, she took a moment to approach the pyre as she laid down a single cherry blossom, a gift given to her by Saren so long ago. She had treasured it then, just as Aureus had been treasured, in life as well as in death. Thalia bowed her head and was silent for a long moment before slipping away, making way for the next wolf.
