The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

It was that time of year again. The time when they remembered those lost. Dusk understood why her father clung to this tradition, but Dusk wasn't as emotional. Not in that sense, anyway. Still, she would be there for her father's sake. That, and to make sure that none of the guests caused too much trouble. They were invited here under strict rules of peace and those rules were not to be broken.

With Sitri by her side and Whisper in her tail, the Carpathian princess approached the unlit fire, pressing her forehead into the side of her father's neck and then her grandfather's. The obsidian woman took a seat off to the side, sitting ramrod straight like the gargoyle that she was. Her posture only softened when Sitri came to sit beside her. If he had offerings to make to the bonfire in reverence of those lost, she would watch him make them. Dusk, however, had nothing to give. Everyone that she loved was here.

"Dusk Carpathius"