Asher picked his way through the gravestones, going unerringly to the one he sought. As he approached it the wind picked up a bit, ruffling his fur as he bent to drop the rose he carried, a lovely blood red rose tied with a black ribbon, the grass of the grave. He sat back on his haunches and looked at the stone. It read" Brandon Allen Moore, A true Warrior" and had an image of crossed katana's below the words and below that the birth to death date.
" Well hello again Dad. I've been reading again. Just working on that Game of Thrones series. I know you liked that one, or so Mom told me anyways." He shook his head a bit sadly. I like the intrigue of the books, trying ot figure out what peoples motives are for their actions. And George RR Martin does some great character development. Even if he tends to kill people off......" He trailed off kinda lamely as though mentioning killing people had reminded him that he sat talking to a stone not an actual person.
" I miss you Dad.....well.....not really that, I don't know that I can say i miss someone I never met. But I can't say I wish you were here, because I know how much pain you were in and how sick you were....." he wiped a paw at his eyes to wipe out the raindrop that ran into it, as a gentle rain had begun. " But I wish you could be here healthy, or that I could just talk to you!" The last words were all but howled at the sky as he vented his frustration of being a godling born of an angelic and a spirit- a special blessing.
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