RE: [IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight
03-30-2020, 09:54 PM
With a gentle hand, Mazelina touches the woman's shoulder. Slowly, she squats, looking to her.
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"I'm sorry for your loss. If it helps, I was quite fond of him. He helped take me in and provide me guidance when I was completely lost. He...meant quite a lot to me." Drawing in a breath, Mazelina finds it in her to smile. She was a woman who bore the robes of one who thought themselves a messenger. Beyond that, she was a healer. One folks looked to during times of strife and crisis like this. She needed to offer stability and softness wherever she could. "If you would like, we can have a small ceremony for him, and the others fallen here before we begin burying."
"I'm sorry for your loss. If it helps, I was quite fond of him. He helped take me in and provide me guidance when I was completely lost. He...meant quite a lot to me." Drawing in a breath, Mazelina finds it in her to smile. She was a woman who bore the robes of one who thought themselves a messenger. Beyond that, she was a healer. One folks looked to during times of strife and crisis like this. She needed to offer stability and softness wherever she could. "If you would like, we can have a small ceremony for him, and the others fallen here before we begin burying."