super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-12 11:42:00 |
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After a while, Kiernan had left—moving on auto-pilot, his words unable to pierce through the shock. Mag had tried to reassure him. She refused to utter a single platitude. Not to him. Things weren't going to be okay. The days ahead of him were going to be hell. To attempt to convince him otherwise would have felt like a betrayal. But at least, she could follow those words with and we'll be there to help you through it. What they had expected was distant relatives all looking to offer condolences to Kiernan for his loss, smothering him with all of their strange and foreign affection, and they'd even expected him to react badly to it. Evidently, not badly enough that he wanted to split, leaving them to deal with said relatives in order to buy him time. Half an hour later, they were trudging through forest, bags in hand, the house long behind them. The sky looked ominous. Not that Kiernan was keen on saying that there was anything good about funerals, but having long distant relatives come to visit, most of whom Kiernan never even knew existed until they showed up, kept Kiernan's mind off of his father. Granted, there wasn't really a sane moment to be had, not really, and he couldn't wait to be rid of all these cousins and uncle and aunts and second cousins and cousins three times removed or whatever (really, the nobility did not have a monopoly on the absurdity of family relations; no wonder his parents never kept in touch with any of these people), but at least the urge to strangle them all overrode his own depression. So it was kind of like a silver lining, in a way. Fellow villagers, Dragon Riders who'd served with Fergus, and family friends filed out one by one after saying their goodbyes. Only a few lingered, looking to give Kiernan their condolences once more, which was the last thing he needed—to have his loss underlined by every word of concern. Lavitz, Faram bless him, detained them as best he could. With Moira's help, they were gently turned away one by one. |