Kumiko stilled, tilting her head slightly as she turned, following the feeling until she stood in front of the stranger. Dark eyes wide, innocent if one didn't know her,
She settled next to the leather pouch, fingers sifting through the fine ash as she studied the woman. She had ashes from every Sentinel who had not survived the fall of the Veil, she had gone home to clean the temple, in case Mythal returned to it. Do you feel that? Yukiko's voice echoed in her thoughts, and she leaned against the tall tree, wizened and gnarled with age. Kumiko avoided looking at Vela, because of course she felt it. That familiar presence that had always felt like home to her.
Kumiko was quiet, as she spread the ashes around the roots of the trees quietly whispering in Elvhen, and as she whispered the roots of said trees glowed. Enough to truly light the forest. It was a quiet, almost lullaby as she returned the ashes of those that she cared for to nature, patiently and gently placing ashes. She had once done this for Mythal, it was only fair that she do it for the Sentinels, for Fen'Harel. As soon as the last bit of ash is scattered, Kumiko is quiet, and the trees begin to lose their glow. Faint whispering can be heard, until the last bit of light has left them in the dark once more.
The dark was where the Shadow was most comfortable, so she stayed silent, watching the other.
Not lost. Honoring the ancestors... and leaving ancestors,she mused, as she dropped a small, leather pouch to the ground by the roots of a tree. The nearer she came to Vela, the more she recognized her — Fen'Harel had ordered her to leave this one alone; even though this one had tried to stop everything they had succeeded in doing. She'd obeyed, so as not to bring forth a wrath she could not defeat.
She settled next to the leather pouch, fingers sifting through the fine ash as she studied the woman. She had ashes from every Sentinel who had not survived the fall of the Veil, she had gone home to clean the temple, in case Mythal returned to it. Do you feel that? Yukiko's voice echoed in her thoughts, and she leaned against the tall tree, wizened and gnarled with age. Kumiko avoided looking at Vela, because of course she felt it. That familiar presence that had always felt like home to her.
Kumiko was quiet, as she spread the ashes around the roots of the trees quietly whispering in Elvhen, and as she whispered the roots of said trees glowed. Enough to truly light the forest. It was a quiet, almost lullaby as she returned the ashes of those that she cared for to nature, patiently and gently placing ashes. She had once done this for Mythal, it was only fair that she do it for the Sentinels, for Fen'Harel. As soon as the last bit of ash is scattered, Kumiko is quiet, and the trees begin to lose their glow. Faint whispering can be heard, until the last bit of light has left them in the dark once more.
The dark was where the Shadow was most comfortable, so she stayed silent, watching the other.
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