Where have all the children gone?, ~AW~

[Tethys]

Tethys took her time walking around these ruined packlands. It saddened her to think that her dear friend Polgara had died in this horrible way, and was bound and determined to build a shrine in her friends memory. It would be rather simple but Tethys was sure that it would be suffiencent. But while Polgara was Tethys' friend, Tethys only knew about the time she had spent with her. That actually left gaps in between what Tethys knew and what actually happened.

"Polgara, I am sorry that I didn't know more about you, and that I wasn't here to help you,"Tethys said quietly. While thinking of her friend, Tethys began to gather up the sticks, and the stones that she would need in order to build this shrine. Luckily for Tethsy she had brought the incense needed to cleanse the area from the negative vibes that she was getting.

[Sahara]

The spirit lover came creeping up to the shrine created by another. She could sense it, the enchantment from the other. She made peace among the burned spirits. A smile crept upon her muzzle. Walking further she lowers her head as her eerily bright eyes looked upon the female, "How is your friend? Have you made peace among her?" her voice seemed to come from no where. She came up behind the female then to her left side. "I am sure she loves this thoughtful shrine you have created her.."

Taking a seat among the ash covered ground her eyes look to the shrine, "Ah...she was a peaceful soul.." An odd smile crosses her face. She loved being among the spirits, when away from them she felt alienated. This was comforting. Her eyes looked to the other female, she was cute....very cute. Her tail wags lightly as she looks back to the shrine then closes her eyes, bowing her head in a moment of silence to the spirits.

[Tethys]

Tethys was so engrossed in the building of the shrine to honour her friend that she hardly noticed the scent of another coming close, so she was a little startled. Taking a moment to recenter herself, and to think of the appropriate responses Tethys replied, "I hope that she is at peace, and I am sure that she is happy that there is some one that remembers her." Tethys fell silent realizing that all to often those who passed on were often forgotten and their sacrifices were made in vain.

Tethys took a moment to take a look at the finished shrine, and placed the buring incense on the alter. "Polgara, and all those who died here, may you find the peace that you deserve,"Tethys said silently to the spirits who still inhabited this place. Tethys then sat cross legged, and prepared herself to do the ritual of meditation that she typically did to honour the fallen spirits for no soul should be left to wander the temporal plan alone, and Polagara was no exception.

[Deuce]

((Can't help bringing in a true spirit. LOL))

The woman stirred in the sleep that was no sleep. Her bi-colored eyes slowly drifted open to see the two speaking in hushed voices of spirits and remembrance. To an observer, the pale wolfess would have appeared out of nowhere in the shadows. She moved forward, ethreal paws carrying her closer to the two.

She didn't speak yet, anly observed. She wanted to return to her slumber, and yet something held her in thrall. She studied the two, her eyes deep and piercing, her posture as regal as it had been in her prime, before Azizi and the heartache she'd endured. She blinked slowly, her eyes drifting over the two.

[Sahara]

The ebony wolf had no more to say, to this strange female. The female gave a very good blessing, one she would have never done. Maybe she enjoyed just being around the troubled souls, or just did not have much sympathy for him, for most that had died deserved it, however, there were the many who did not. Her ears twitched as she felt the presence of a strong spirit. A large smile played upon her muzzle before her striking blue eyes looked over to where she felt her.

"Seems we have a very intriguing observer.." She smiles as the ghostly wisp seemed to be rather quiet. That was fine. She would be as well. Quiet...and thoughtful. Coming to the shrine she bowed gracefully giving her own silent blessing to the spirits of this charred valley. It was a shame that such beauty had to be torched, sometime she would love to find out the soul who did this. Maybe she would cast her own fiery upon this juvenile. She hated immaturity and disregard for the living, whether that was a plant or a walking talking breathing creature.