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Post by Caitlin on Jul 18, 2005 18:19:41 GMT -5
Ithilwen stood staring in the general direction of the mound, although her eyes were unfocused, looking far away. She let the tears stream down her face, unembarassed. Nor was she embarassed that only the right side of her face was tear-stained. She twirled a white simbelmynë in her fingers. Very few people she knew had died -- was Faelien the only one? And, tragic as that was, it was an accident. This, though . . . never had she given much thought to Human mortality. Now she found it very bitter indeed.
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 14:01:10 GMT -5
Din made her way down to the mound. She owre a black dress with chiffon sleeves. "We're about ready to bring her here..." she said, with a yawn. It had been a Tiring day for her, making sure all the arrangments were ready.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 14:03:31 GMT -5
Ithilwen just nodded. "Din . . . how are you?" she asked. "How are you doing?"
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 14:08:22 GMT -5
"I'm fine...I guess." Din said. "Tired mostley..."
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 14:12:04 GMT -5
Ithilwen looked at her, surprised. Was she the only one grieving for Finnar?! "Good," she said, disturbed.
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 14:27:50 GMT -5
"You aren't the only one greiving, Ithilwen." Din said. Damn! Her powers were acting up again!
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 14:31:29 GMT -5
The dagger at Ithilwen's chest started glowing at it's place on her chest. She put a hand to her dress, there, confused. "Din, my dagger's acting up," she said. "What could that be about?"
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 14:34:34 GMT -5
"Finnar probably isn't approving of my greiving." Din said, almost panicking. Again the black mist showed up.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 14:35:48 GMT -5
"Probably," Ithilwen said, preoccupied. She was too busy watching the mist. "Din . . . what . . .?"
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 14:38:42 GMT -5
"What? Oh the mist..." Din shivered. "There might be some evil spirits for the funeral...demons...or wraiths..."
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 16:34:45 GMT -5
A tendril of mist swirled around Ithilwen. She shuddered. "Yes . . ." she said, keeping an eye on it. She pulled out her dagger (no one else was around) to watch it vibrate and glow.
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 17:00:09 GMT -5
Din squinted at the dagger. "Finnar must be pissed." she stated.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 17:02:58 GMT -5
Ithilwen held the dagger. "Quite," she said. Suddenly, the dagger began to move! She gasped, alarmed at its sudden motion. It began to point . . . towards Din? That didn't make any sense!
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Post by Danielle on Jul 19, 2005 17:13:36 GMT -5
"Finnar must be really pissed at me!" Din said, breaking into a cold sweat.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 19, 2005 17:15:18 GMT -5
Ithilwen raised an eyebrow. "Din . . . what . . . why . . . what's going on?!?"
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