08-07-2022, 05:43 PM
a stream between Elkshire & Labrynthian
Her son, deceased. A funeral, another one to be prepared, but she.. She didn't have the heart to do so at the moment. To experience her own offspring to perish, one though favored, but hers, was.. She couldn't even feel whether despair or relief, but a bitterness altogether. For a stain to disappear, but her own son as well ; flesh and blood, a Deorwine. Was she more sad a pawn to be lost, or truly for her own son? Not even Celnes could tell where her sadness came from, but rather then dwelving into a despair, she threw herself away and into the troubles of what was happening to their waters.
The smell was still foul, and yet seemed just a little less, more diluted. The problem definitely looked to be coming from within Elkshire, and the Queen frowned.
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