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It was a little difficult for the young hybrid to walk as far as she was walking with her arms carrying what could be considered a ridiculously large bouquet of white cala lilies...but Corazone didn't complain. After all, these flowers were important and were going to serve an important purpose in her mind. She passed a few people who questioned who they were for but she didn't answer, nor did she stop; no one really wanted to talk to her anyway and that was fine. She didn't have to talk to them.

The closer she got to her destination, the fewer people she encountered...until Cora found herself at the entrance gate of one of the more established cemeteries that she knew of. It was run by a family that took great care for the dead and it was probably one of her more favorite ones that she haunted on a frequent basis. It was well-kept and tended to and, best of all, it was peaceful and quiet....and that's why Cora liked it. Between the combination of the architecture of the headstones and markers and the beauty of nature, what was there not to like? Well....sure, she could guess it was hard for those who lost loved ones to return to a place where they regarded it with sadness...but at least those who passed were in a beautiful place. Shouldn't that be a happy thought?

Cora made her way into the cemetery in a fashion she was accustomed to; moving between the larger headstones and markers that she could hide behind in case there were mourners or other people about, she weaved her way to a section she hadn't had a chance to see yet. Ah yes....here was where she would start. Slowly she made her way to a grave and placed one of the Cala lilies she had upon the ground near the headstone. "...I know you are here..." She said softly, looking over the headstone for a moment before she moved on to another one. Once more she placed a lily on the ground near the marker. "...You are not forgotten..." She said to this one, again regarding the marker before she moved to another. She continued this pattern of moving to a grave and, if it had nothing near it, she would place a flower upon it. She would skip over the ones that had fresh or semi-fresh flowers on them, seeing as they were still being remembered regularly, but she still stopped to pay respect to the grave.

Eventually she came upon a stone that was older and had started to accumulate moss. Even in a well-maintained cemetery like this one, there would be some that were accidentally skipped over. She set down the bouquet and started to carefully clear away the moss, at least from the face of the headstone, humming softly to herself as she did so. Despite it being an older one and the carved lettering slightly degraded, she cleared the green interloper from the letters so that the name and epitaph were visible again. "There....much better. Now we can see who you are..." Behind the hair that always covered her face, she smiled just a little and picked up the lilies again, placing one in front of the newly cleaned headstone before she moved on to another.

Cora left a trail of carefully placed lilies and care behind her as she gradually made her way through, humming to herself nearly constantly now. She loved it here. Here....it was peaceful. Here....she could walk without fear. Here....the dead didn't judge her....not like other kids. This sanctuary for those who passed was also her safe haven and she was doing her best to show it love and respect so that she would still be welcomed here by the denizens in forever sleep.

Cora was coming up to the final headstones; tall, ornate and gloriously old. She loved their majestic silhouettes and weathered-yet-fancy carvings. She still had a small dozen of the lilies left, thank goodness, so she carefully placed one at their glorious bases. She had.....four left after all was said and done. She hadn't missed any....oh well. Maybe she could find a place to put them where they could be enjoyed for a time? She had stood from placing a flower on the last one when she became suddenly aware of someone behind her perhaps a single second before they spoke.

The deep velvet-like voice made her tense up; had she not seen a mourner? She thought she had been so careful....stayed out of everyone's sight and out of the way....so how? Curiosity was winning over her instinct to flee and she slowly turned around, a bright mutated eye peeking out from her hair to see a very imposing figure hovering a bit behind her. Cora stared at him for a moment in a mix of fear and awe but her expression almost flat and unchanging; he looked like a dark, living specter....clearly part geist but uniquely so. She would be completely lost in wonder if she weren't acutely aware that she was in the presence of another person....and that was usually something unwanted. Her hands clasped the leftover lilies and she averted her eyes downward, looking at the ground instead. "....I'm sorry.....I didn't mean to bother..." Her voice was soft and delicate, almost whisper-like. She started taking small, careful steps backwards as she tried to move behind the grave marker. "I was...just thanking them....I'm sorry...." She tried to hide herself sideways behind the marker, hoping it was wide enough that she would be hidden in its shadow. She would wait in silence till he went away. That was what she always did when others caught her unwanted presence near them; she would either hide till they left or hide and find a way to leave without being seen.