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 Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2021 1:45 pm
Honoring Those Who Are Gone
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.
Many of the Kahikinans conduct burials in the soil near the waters (Rivers/Samps) or release their dead to the sea (Reef/Sea/Caves). ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2021 7:17 pm
WC - 801
It had been a long time since Terrwyn had allowed herself to think of her birth mother. Janesa wasn’t someone she knew. In fact it was Terrwyn’s fault that the woman wasn’t here anymore. She’d died in childbirth. Of course she’d heard stories of the woman from her older brother and sister but she had never actually gotten the chance to meet her and see what she was like for herself. The closest she had to a mother was her older sister, Niiemh. And of course her father’s wife, Merle. The current wife of the Kavensei family wasn’t exactly what Terrwyn would call ‘motherly’ though.
The young hunter of the family approached the grave stone that had been erected in Janesa’s honor with some tension in her shoulders. She always felt guilty coming and she never went with Viltre and Niiemh since she felt that she was only tainting their memories of her. Or was a harsh reminder of why she wasn’t there. When she was a few feet away she paused and simply stared at the stone.
After a long pause she finally moved forward and lifted the bouquet of flowers she held in her hands. Nothing special. Just a bunch of wild flowers in varying shades of purple that Terrwyn had taken the time to select herself.
“Hello Janesa.” She always felt weird calling her ‘mom’ since it felt like she hadn’t earned that right. “I brought you flowers.”
Was it even more weird that she was speaking to a stone? Possibly. Terrwyn wasn’t sure how to go about this if she were being honest. Usually she avoided the whole thing. This was the first time in years that she had gotten the courage to even show up.
“I wanted to come see you and let you know that you aren’t forgotten.” Her words were quiet as she knelt by the stone to place her flowers there among the others. She saw the ones Nii had gotten and even the ones Viltre had picked out. There was another bouquet that she figured had to come from her father. “I know I don’t come around much. I always feel guilty about it.”
Since there was no one else around to hear her she figured speaking wouldn’t be so bad. So she sat back on her heels and let her hands rest on her lap. A deep breath in and she looked around to make sure no one else was there.
“Usually I don’t talk much. I learned the hard way that Merle is less likely to single you out if you’re quiet.” Her green eyes went back to the stone. “I just thought you should know that I’m sorry.” Terrwyn hung her head a bit. “I’m sorry I took your life while I gained my own. It wasn’t fair to you or my siblings.” She’d never apologized for it in the past and she thought now she should. “I have been trying to find a way to make it worth it so I hope you are at least proud of what I can do.”
Now her hands moved to be in front of her so that she could pick lightly at the nail on her left thumb. Terrwyn felt awkward. “I try to make sure that both you and father are proud of my skills with the crossbow.”
While she could only actively seek out her father’s approval she secretly hoped that Janesa could see her from the other side and was proud of her as well. Terrwyn might not have memories of her birth mother but she still felt a connection to her. An empty hole that no one else could fill. No matter how hard they tried.
“You should also know that Viltre and Niiemh are amazing older siblings. They told me so much about you. They make sure I’m safe and taken care of. They look out for each other too.” It wouldn’t hurt to let Janesa know that her other children were alright. It might even make her feel better. Maybe ease any worries her spirit may have.
“I will make an effort to visit you more often as well. I know I haven’t been the best daughter in that regard. I.. I need to work harder about not feeling so guilty. Its hard not to though. I see how Merle treats Viltre and Niiemh and I can’t help but think that if I hadn’t taken you away from them then they wouldn’t have to deal with her.” A bit more fidgeting and she turned her head to look away. “I’ll try to figure out a way to help them more too rather than just hide away and out of sight.”
After a bit longer she finally looked back at the stone. "I'll do better, Mom."
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