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Kirai's eyes widened, the blue within them reflecting the moon light which fell between the red leaves of the tree. Bowing her head, she then stood up and walked along to where the mossy root Nature had pointed out stood idle. Once under the tree, a great peace seemed to fill Rosette... She sat down politely and with gracefully, and just as she did so, a white rose fell into her lap. Kirai hesitated at first, but then picked it up and gently examined it in her hands, running her fingers across the soft petals. The contrast between her own figure, dressed entirely in black, and the pure white of the rose amazed her for some reason. Where as the white rose reflected the light, she seemed to consume it...

Reaching out and picking up a few of the roses in white and pink which had fallen, Kirai set to work on weaving them together. Her fingers worked quickly and efficiently, not bruising a single petal or breaking a single stem. Then, she noticed the roses had no thorns. While still working, Kirai forced her eyes to look up and to her side at Nature. Nature was stunningly beautiful, and looking at her, Rosette could not turn away. In her heart, she wanted to say, Then please, tell me what is expected of me, so I can do as you wish... So that I might take what you have given me, and use it to give something to you in return. However, she remained silent. Her lips, which were as pink as the roses, remained pressed gently together as to not yet speak until it was requested of her.

Kirai nodded her head and paused, placing her hand softly against the trunk of the tree. The bark was rough, yet soft against her fingers... The negative feelings and hurt of those who had passed was almost too much for her, and she pulled her hand away. "...If I were to have died, and what was of my personality had been my soul... Do you suppose my soul would of been 'rotten'?" Rosette asked with a soft chuckle, offering a sad and almost translucent smile. It sounded like small talk, however... it was a question that had nagged upon her for a long time. Every time she thought she had found her answer, something occurred and she reacted in a way that, once all was said and done... Kirai was left once again questioning the truth of her inner nature.

Kirai again nodded, and finished making the wreath of roses. She raised it to her nose and closed her eyes. "To no longer concern myself with good and evil... and to only concern myself with your will... Yes, that makes living a much easier task to attend to." She opened her eyes. "...thank you, for answering me."

When she left, Kirai pondered over her words. 'Feed them to the one you care for, and I shall watch over them....' "........."

An hour later, Kirai was still at work with the souls. Except she didn't treat it like sorting papers.... Each soul was different, with it's own story, it's own motives, it's own life... She weaved and helped the souls to rest as Nature had requested of her. No matter how much bark she took care of, there always seemed to be more. It's amazing.... to see such a visual representation of how many people die. Letting out a sigh, she looked upon the ground. Even more roses had fallen, to the point she could not see the earth beneath the tree any longer. Scooping them up, she started weaving them into wreaths.

As her fingers worked, memories she had long since forgotten began to surface. The time that Lily fell and injured her and Edward's unborn child, and Kirai healed him. And the time when Kirai and Avarice took in Dimitri, and all the memories of being with him as a child. Sweet memories.... now seemed almost as if they were just lucid dreams. These memories and thoughts calmed her, and allowed her to weave peace into the crowns of roses. Within her mind, Rosette avoided the bad memories concerning the longing for motherhood and necromancy performed on children almost with ease. Those things filled her with regret... Regrets and terrible emotions and temptations she didn't want to pass along to the dead children in wait, who needed comfort more than anything else.

Kirai sensed the fire. She finished weaving the last rose into a crown, and stood up from her place. Even as she left from under the tree, that sense of peace still echoed within her. Kirai saw Salazar standing where Edward's old grave was... well, now, use to be. She looked at it, and at him, with a silent look that was somewhere between shock, sadness, and empathy. "What did... you want it to do for you?" She asked quietly, moving her hand up to her mouth.

"....." Kirai looked away from him. "...Take out your anger and frustrations upon me. I'm the one who raised Edward, I'm the one who got you involved in such a mess. You have every right..." She turned away from him, and began walking away. "To make another attempt at my life." She read his mind without even trying... Actually, Rosette did not need to pry into his mind to tell what he was feeling. That desire to kill... was something she knew all too well. Her current state of mind felt odd to her, almost like how she was so long ago... But it was a state of being that she could not seem to shake off.

Salazar was slightly shocked at Jackie's being there. But he didn't pull away form her, instead he smiled slightly and loosed his grip on the claw. "She's right, no need to kill anyone just yet. It's too lovely of a night."

" Then find anothers' pain to savor, you'll not have his." Kirai was controling herself.. Penelo had no such restraint, her form shifting as she took a few painful steps forward.. shifting into a red-gold mountain lion and pauseing, eyes narrowed as if to insure Kirai truely was departing.