GRATUITOUS DEATH AHOY

[ungratefuloz]

oh boy, look at the time! time to cry!!!

(catch all for the last words meme, aka bakerstreet's only good meme--)

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[painfell]

[For a very long time after Alear dies, Griss is still. There's much to be done, and Zephia snaps to attention, rallying the others around her to handle the aftermath of Sombron's defeat.

He's not really sure how he gets from point A to point B, or any other point in between. It feels like he's lost in a fog, unable to fully pull himself free of it until he's met with the sudden, startling clarity of Alear's funeral.

It's a massive mourning for the Divine Dragon. There are so many people here who loved and cherished her as a figurehead and it makes Griss sick. He leaves, and waits on the edge of the isle for Zephia to find him.

I know it isn't what you wanted to see. She says by way of greeting as she joins him, sweeping her hair and skirt out of the way as she sits beside him.

She wouldn't want that crap either. She just wanted to be Alear.

And yet she wanted to help everyone she could. Zephia reminds him gently. I'm sure she would be happy to know that the nations are doing well now. Even Elusia is finally playing nice.

Griss scoffs. Am I supposed to care?

No, Zephia reaches out to ruffle his hair, but she'll want to know when you see her again.

It's that reminder that sees him keeping a closer eye on those former allies of the Divine Dragon. It's that reminder that keeps him focused - on finding and gathering new stories for her. Stories of her friends and allies and companions, but also of himself and the things he gets up to.

It never really feels like enough, but he tells himself that each experience will be worth it to share with her someday, just to see her smile light up the room again.]