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 Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 4:39 am
Honoring Those Who Are Gone
Prompt 2
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
The fall always seems to be a somber time thanks to the transition of the cold. With less distractions from the chores required during the summer heat, you cannot help but think about those who are no longer there in your life. Maybe it was your mother and father, prominent figures in your life that you never imagined would be gone. Or maybe it was someone taken from your life too soon, like a friend or a sibling. Or maybe it was an animal, a familiar that you raised when you were a kid but passed away from old age.
How do you honor those you have lost? What goes through your mind this time as you celebrate their life and mourn for the loss? Take some time to reflect on the past, and how that impacted you and shaped you for the future. If you want, you can even roleplay with a friend to discuss each other's loss (but both character needs to speak of their own personal loss in order for it to count).
[ We are looking for reflection more so than the actions, but here are the funeral rituals in tendaji:
A lot of it is just burials in cemetery like lots of land. The Alkidike take their Sisters back to the Islands where they have a night ceremony, bringing them back to Aisha, and then floating them off to sea on a pyre. The earthlings have funerals and bury their dead, leaving a stone marker in their place. They usually bury their deceased and pass their belongings down to kin during the ceremony. Each earthling tribe uses a specific burial blanket during their funerals. ]
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 5:06 am
The change in the weather had happened some days ago but Masika had been too busy with her projects to really notice. Now, however, she had free time. For a reason that escaped her she was up early in the morning and decided that she wanted to drink a hot cup of cider while sitting next to the window. It wasn't much but it was a cozy thing to do. Lucky for her she didn't need a blanket to cover up with since her dress had so many layers.
Despite being in Oba the early mornings had a crispness to them that seemed to add a frost to the windows. Masika thought it looked especially pretty on the stained glass of some of the stores. Her glass was plain so it had no extra color to offer but the frost still seemed pretty with the different patterns it had. As she sat on the sill and leaned back against the window frame the blue hybrid gripped her warm cup with both hands. At first she seemed to be interested in watching the sky but as the frost caught her eye she started to think of something. Her Grandmuma. V'denri. The woman was only a memory to her now since she had passed some years ago but she could still remember the elderly woman. Her hugs were always warm and inviting. Perfect for a morning like this one. All she could remember of her passing was how her mother had gotten so depressed. Even her aunt Keket had been really down during that time.
No one had told her or Galene how it had happened. At the time she didn't understand but now she seemed to be a bit grateful for it. Masika wasn't so sure she wanted to know anymore. In truth she wanted her Grandmuma back. It always amazed her how alike she and her mother were. V'demhe took after V'denri in so many ways that it was just amazing. The motherly gene had certainly been passed along there.
She leaned her head back until it was resting against the wall and closed her eyes. Her hands were warm and the smell of her cider was drifting up with the steam. It was just too bad that she didn't have any good root to put into the drink. Adding the smell of that to her drink would complete the nostalgia of the memory. Masika could recall that V'denri always smelled like the earth and roots. Not the rotting kind that some people think of but the fresh, just grounded root.
When she opened her eyes again the colors in the sky had changed. The sun was making things brighter and brighter and soon the place would warm up. The frost would leave the windows and the memory would lose it's potency. Masika thought long on the idea before moving her eyes to look in the direction she knew her mother's homeland to be. Chibale Isles. Over there lay the Great Mother Tree that had bloomed her and every woman before her. Her Grandmuma had been bloomed there. Why had she not gone there for the yearly ritual? It would have brought her closer to her family. Closer to her mother's side. Her father's side had stopped coming to see her in Oba and she could only assume it was because they still didn't trust the fire tribe.
The young woman sighed and looked away from the window finally. Maybe, if she could find someone to travel with, she would make her way toward the Isles. It could be enlightening. Masika might even be able to see some old friends from when she was a youngling. Not that she thought she would remember half of them. Most of her childhood had been spent in Matori.
Oh well, even if she couldn't remember them she remembered V'denri and that was her main reason for wanting to go. Masika wanted to honor her Grandmuma. Show that she still remembered her. And while she was at it she could even greet Aisha to show that she hadn't forgotten that she was half Alkidike. Even if she had chosen to follow the earthling ways. She might not have the warrior spirit like her mother but she did have the Alkdike pride. The hybrid took pride in everything she did. Her magic. Her dress making skills. Even in the fact that she lived alone. "Grandmuma would be so proud." The words slipped out and once her ears heard them she couldn't help but tear up a little. Thinking about her was one thing but to hear physical words and know that she was never coming back hurt.
Word Count - 782
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