Rarity, and Amy
Amy had arrived at the beach, dressed in black. It wasn't to mourn, it was to honour the black panther in her father. She wore a simple shamrock pin as well,for their heritage. She had written a letter filled with every sad and angry word she had for the island, for taking her father away. Again. There was another letter to her father, filled with her love and appreciation for the brief time they had as a family. She added them to the pyre, hoping her own grief would be burn away with them. There was a new chapter starting in her life now, filled with love and hope for the future.
She stepped back when the pyre was lit and walked over to her mother, giving a little wave to her siblings in the stroller. They'd grow up knowing they had a father that loved them, and wanted only the best for their family. She'd tell them not to be sad - that he was needed as lord protector back in his home and he'd always love them. And she'd do her best to make sure her mother wasn't sad either. "Hi." She said, standing next to her.