[She stays for the entirety of the memorial; anything less would have been outright disrespect to the goddess she'd watched die that same morning. The irony of the situation still hasn't escaped her, that she should remain standing where Nalanni had fallen despite having committed the exact same crime. When the rest of the recruits and the Nalawi scatter afterwards, she lingers at the memorial site for a good twenty minutes before tracing old footsteps to the beach, devoid of life after such a grueling day.
For the first time in many years, she finds herself adrift, lacking in a steady anchor and buffeted to and fro by the gusts of more questions than she can count. Her usual rationality has failed her now, and so she casts out towards someone that might understand her, if even a little bit.]
Still alive?
[Easier to start with something so non-committal.]
post-nalanni funeral, i am only three months late
For the first time in many years, she finds herself adrift, lacking in a steady anchor and buffeted to and fro by the gusts of more questions than she can count. Her usual rationality has failed her now, and so she casts out towards someone that might understand her, if even a little bit.]
Still alive?
[Easier to start with something so non-committal.]