beyond the door there's peace i'm sure and i know there'll be no more tears in heaven Who: Aisling Wilde & Peony Min What: A run in at the Cathedral Where: The Cathedral's candle room When: Early morning Rating: G Status: Complete!
When she was younger, when Tynan was alive, Aisling was often at the Cathedral. She hadn't quite understood the point of pretty words and cold comfort, but it seemed to bring her father some peace, and that was an adequate reason to continue attending. Every year, he would bring her on Fete of the Holy Saints to light a candle for her mother, and after he died, she started to light a candle for him, too. Not that she thought much of it, really; the dead were long gone, rotting away in whatever shrine or tomb they'd been laid in.
Fete of the Holy Saints was for the living who still lived in the past. And that fit Ash perfectly.
She preferred the early morning to light her candles; most people were still tired out from the night before and the only company she ever had was the heavy silence that always greeted her when she arrived. The table that held the candles was full, probably in anticipation of visitors. This year, especially, with everything that the city had been through, there would be far more lit than usual. Except that would become the normal.
As she grabbed her candles - three, one for her mother, one for her father, and one for Leila - she tried to remember how she felt the first time she'd come. She was too young to remember lighting that first candle for her mother, and her father's death had been just week's before Fete of the Holy Saints - all she remembered was her feelings of anguish. She couldn't even remember if she'd cried.
She shook herself from her thoughts. The altars were still empty, and she knew it wouldn't be too long before someone else arrived.