Lianor Shea (lianor) wrote in newbritain, @ 2012-01-13 16:15:00 |
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Current mood: | sad |
Entry tags: | when: the fall, where: til tomeil, who: gahereth, who: lianor |
it's all over now, baby blue
There hasn't been rain for two months, and Lianor is standing in the dust of the graveyard outside Til Tomeil, looking at the holo marker they set up for Geffreyn.
The reddish dust has already turned the hem of her white dress, and despite the heat she's hugging his arms, her hair blowing all around her face. Geffreyn, dead. Geffreyn, and next two him in two much smaller graves Aguerisse and Gwyngalet, Gwalchmai's older sons; the youngest, Gwidon, was too young to follow his uncle and brothers. The oldest grave is Gwalchmai's wife, who died a few years ago of a fever, and Lianor can't help thinking that it might be a mercy, to die before seeing your sons killed.
Gwidon is with Medraut and Lenomie and Melian; Gwalchmai's in no state to comfort a child right now.
She wipes her hand over her eyes and heads back to the Shea farm. It's not right to be away so long, not when her husband is home grieving. Twenty minutes later she's in front of the door, trying to straighten her hair and make sure her eyes are dry before she goes in. No sense in weeping when Gahereth needs her.
She takes a breath and opens the door.
"I'm home, darlin'."