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Sota's funeral
11-17-2024, 05:00 PM
As Clove headed out of her room and down the corridors of the castle, she felt the heavy weight of grief sitting on her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her face in steady tendrils of sorrow. She still couldn’t believe Sota was gone. The morning of his passing, she’d woken up to a spectacular gift- a small section of parchment that Sota drew a personalized map on, just for her. She’d placed her paw on it that morning, whispering her goodbyes to the universe, bidding her sweet friend farewell before she left to attend his funeral. As she crossed into the plains, she didn’t look up at first- but the sky above her was shifting colors, the last remnants of daylight clinging to the edges of the Western sea. They always held funerals at twilight, and tonight would be no different. A group was congregating around the funeral pyre, each wolf stopping to say their goodbyes. She approached her Father first, nudging his shoulder somberly, to share their grief as one. She shared a glance with her sister as well- an expression laden with sorrow. Clove’s lip started to tremble, and she fought back a sob. She had to be strong. Sota wouldn’t have wanted her to cry. She waited until it was her turn to approach the pyre, and did so with shaky, trembling paw steps. The air around her thickened as she looked at Sota, making it harder to breathe. Memories of their time together flooded her mind- their map-making, his lessons, their short but meaningful adventures. “I’m so sorry Sota.” She whispered, her voice barely audible. But he could hear her, she was sure of it. “Thank you for everything you’ve given us. We are going to miss you so much.” She was choking back her tears, trying to be strong. “I hope you have lots of adventures in the stars.” Amid her words, she raised one of her paws and brushed it against his cheek. “Send me one every now and then, okay?” Her tears finally broke and streamed down her face, a small sob pushing through her pursed lips. She would make it a point to look up into the nighttime sky more often, to search for falling stars she knew Sota would send her from the heavens. With a final brush of her delicate paw against his cheek, Clove leaned in to press a kiss where her paw had been. Then, she pulled herself away from the pyre, wiping her tears from her face and gravitating toward her sister, needing her support and embrace. |
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