liriael (liriael) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-07-06 08:19:00 |
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There was very little notice taken on Dermos when Liriael returned, coming back on a routine transport with mundane supplies and scarce personnel. She preferred it that way, and only spoke briefly with Master Qui-Gon in private. She wouldn’t leave him wondering if her fight on Coruscant had left vestiges of the Dark Side on her heart. She had procured permission from Master Luke before her trip back to have a pyre for Cassie in the clearing a short way from the enclave, and after speaking with her teacher, she went to the forest to prepare. The woods were second nature to a girl raised in the forests of her home world, and she found the work therapeutic as she chopped wood and hauled it to the bier where Cassie’s body was carefully wrapped and placed. She chose to do it all by hand, and no one questioned her; using a machine or the droids would have been faster, easier, but Liri preferred to let the Force tell her which trees still held life and which were instead ready for this last fire. The task let her mind reflect on her friend’s death, and moreso, her life beforehand, as her hands moved in almost habitual, rhythmic motion. The sun was nothing more than rays reflecting across scattered clouds at the horizon by the time she was done, and she had discarded her tunic hours before as rivulets of sweat soaked it. Now, the night air chilled her bare arms as she finally placed the last piece of wood. If there was anything she spoke to Cassie, it was silently in her head, as she lit the pyre and found a spot to sit on the rocks a short distance away, resting contemplatively. As a few came by to give her their condolences, she was gracious and kind in her thanks, and seemed more introspective than sad. |