Please respect RP rules and guidelines.)The cold winter wind ruffled Wandress' violet locks as she climbed the winding path beyond the Temple to the solemn stones crowning the top of the small hill. The threat of snow hung in the air; it had not fallen yet, but it was not far off. Pulling her cloak tighter around her body as she crested the hill, she took a moment to orient herself in the small plot. There were few tomb stones here, but they were well maintained; a small courtesy performed for departed creatures that were, and still are, loved.
One, beautifully etched, had "Sandra" carved elegantly across the top. Wandress remembered her, a lovely girl with a big heart. She had been involved in the town early, becoming the town mentor, Wandress' own Deacon, and later when Wandress had become indisposed, Sandra had become Priestess in her own right for a time. A shame that she had left the world too soon. The flowers decorating the headstone had wilted slightly, perhaps from the cold. Opening herself to the Light, Wandress delicately caressed one of the fading petals, infusing it with tendrils of Light and energy. Before her eyes, the flowers became fuller with life.
The other headstone was also beautifully carved by a deft hand, but no name adorned it. For a moment, Wandress wondered who it may be dedicated to, but perhaps that was the secret between the lost love one and the one that remained behind. Its flowers were meticulous.
A small, sad smile crossed her lips, and Wandress inclined her head for a silent moment of prayer to the Mages, thanking them for their guidance, imploring them to continue, and to favour those in their care. She remained a few moments more, listening to the quiet of the winter wind, before truning to follow the path back to the city.
