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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 1:58 am
She doesn't like anniveraries, but likes forgettting them less. So, twice a year, she comes out here to the graves with flowers for her parents and a new compass for herself. Looking after a small competitive girl is no reason to skip out this year.
The cemetery is cold, like always, and dark, like always. Ghosts linger near the edges of vision, but never come closer, and though she holds Raisah's hand to stop her wandering off all of her attention is for the compass she's holding. It's easy to get turned around, here, if you don't know where you're going.
But following where the compass points is far from difficult, even including the graves to be clamberd over to keep on track.
Then, as she watches, the compass needle breaks in half. She stops, sighs, sets the broken compass on the grave in front of her, and changes the flowers on the grave they've reached.
She steps back, and turns to find Raisah watching her. Her not-daughter frowns a little.
"Well, That was anti-climactic."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 2:44 am
A solemn wind blew across her barren step today. Faded tiredly chased after the small sand storms racing across the porch with a worn straw broom. A small boy was sitting on the steps across from her, giggling at the woman's effort. The young lady winked at the kid and stuck her tongue out at him. "You think it's so funny? You can try to keep these dust bunnies at bay! They're vicious you know!" she said teasing the child.
The young boy shook his head in disapproval. "D-don't want to play that game today, he said almost silently as he peered down at his feet, "Can w-we play hide-and-go-seek, please-e?"
Faded shirked with pure joy, "Hide-and-go seek used to be my favourite game as a young lad!" she poked the tiny nose on his face, "you go hide, and I'll count! It'll be fun, you'll see. Just don't outside of our...yard...?" she trailed off in a questioning tone looking at the shadowy rows of stones beyond her house. Not quite sure if a piece of property on a public cemetery even had such space that qualified as a 'yard'.
"Count, count!"Eryeu gave a small smile at Faded and waited for the girl to shield her eyes from any possible hiding locations. She turned regaining her train of thought and began to count as Ery became a small spot off in the distance, running towards the graves near his home. Little did the youngster know, a trail of the ever illusive dust followed his every step.
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