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[Color=8dc73f]Time:[/color] Afternoon Day 2
[Color=8dc73f]Location:[/color] Forest
[Color=8dc73f]Interaction:[/color] [@Helo] Bowyn [@HowlsOfWinter] Zephyrin [@princess] Clara
[Color=8dc73f]Outfit:[/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1e/82/f3/1e82f3717043fd2de9862140eff40dbc.jpg]Outfit she changed into after getting her things[/url]

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Kenia realized that Bowyn was in this for vengeance now, she could tell just by the look of him. She’d been in a similar state two nights ago and understood it well. She also understood that she needed to move otherwise she’d also be caught in Bowyn’s wrath and she swiftly bailed off of the wyvern moments before he slammed the wyvern’s head into the ground. She rolled as she hit the ground, but soon was on her feet again as she watched both Bowyn and Arwen finish the beast off. A part of her felt sorry for the creature, but there was no getting around what had to be done. Unfortunately they lost one of their own in the process as well and that fact angered her. Boreas may have merely been a bird to some, but it was obvious he was so much more than that.

Arwen had slowly approached Bowyn and Kenia remained quiet as she watched the two briefly, unsure of what to say. While the pragmatic side of her wanted to skin what she could from the wyvern and leave quickly, her heart screamed at her to do otherwise. To give Bowyn as much time as he needed, that’s what needed to be done. She spotted her flower crown a little ways away from her and silently moved over to it, picking it up off the ground. It must have fallen off at some point during the battle. As she grabbed it, however, something else caught her eye. There, not far from her crown, lay a smaller flower crown that used to adorn the head of the beautiful bird. Gently she picked it up and closed her eyes as she fought off a wave of emotions. She didn’t know Boreas well nor did she know the depth of the relationship between the bird and Bowyn, but his loss brought back up the feelings from losing Rei. She felt ill for a moment, but pushed past it as she came to a resolve. She noticed Arwen to a spot near a tree and set her flower crown down.

Quietly she began gathering some rocks and started stacking them at the base of the same tree Arwen had gone too. She could have asked Arwen to do so, but the girl was offering comfort to Bowyn and Kenia didn’t know how spent she was with her magic. She wasn't about to stop the girl, however, if she decided she wanted to help as well. Once it was complete she then moved to the wyvern. She found the largest and prettiest scale she could and skillfully removed it from the dead beast. She then used her light magic to carefully engrave on it ‘Boreas, Bravest of All’. She set the scale down, propped against the rock pile, and then took off her crown as she set it also propped against the memorial sight. The sight of it stirred a memory…

[hider=Memory]A small, blonde elven girl stood between an elven man and woman, gold and blue eyes filled with tears as a sad song filled the air. A younger version of Nym Biralei had his arm around is silently weeping wife, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/22/66/332266cf6909a4fd0b393a032f1e218d.jpg]Alea[/url], who had her own arms around her daughter. All three figures were dressed in black and mother and daughter both wore black veils over their faces. In front of them was a funeral pyre with an older, aristocratic elven man lying upon it. Little Kenia looked up at her mother, still fighting back tears, as she asked, [color=8dc73f]”Mama, when is he gonna wake up?”[/color] Her mother’s breath caught as she held back a sob. Alea put on a sad smile as she slowly knelt down next to her daughter.

[color=F1ABC7]”Well, little lark, sometimes people go to sleep and they don’t wake up. Your grandfather isn’t going to wake up anymore.”[/color] She tried to delicately explain to the young girl. Tears finally started to spill over onto Kenia’s face as she understood what her mother was saying, but didn’t believe it. Who was going to play with her and be her dashing prince and call her the most beautiful princess now? Who was going to buy her little trinkets and give her sweets when her parents said no? Why did grandfather have to leave them?

[color=8dc73f]”What happened to him? Did someone take him from us? It’s not fair!”[/color] Kenia cried out and stomped her foot, her mother immediately shushing her as she got disapproving looks from the other nobles at the funeral. Alea gave them an apologetic look before turning back to Kenia, trying to decide on how to calm her daughter.

As this was happening, an elven guard approached them and bowed before turning his attention to Nym. [color=7F9C8D]”My lord, we’ve discovered that Lord Sudryal’s death may have been that of an assassination.”[/color] He spoke in a hushed voice, however Alea still heard and she gave Nym an alarmed look. Nym in turn gave Alea a look that said ‘I’ll handle it’ before leaving with the guard. Confusion crossed Kenia’s face as she looked at the guard, then her father, and then to her mother.

[color=8dc73f]”What does he mean? What is an ass..asasi...assination?”[/color] She struggled trying to pronounce the word, confident she’d gotten it in the end. Her mother was looking at her again, now with a kind look, but Kenia could still see the fear in her eyes. Whatever that man was talking about had her mother very worried and in turn it was starting to scare Kenia.

[color=f1abc7]”Don’t you worry about that, little lark. Come with me, we need to pay tribute to your grandfather.”[/color] She said in reply to her daughter as she led her closer to the pyre. Later it would be lit and his body would be reduced to nothing but ash, but for now he lay there and people had laid flowers all around him. Alea handed Kenia a small bundle of flowers as they approached, setting a bundle of her own on her father’s body. Kenia started to set the flowers down herself, but paused as she took a minute to make them into a flimsy crown. She then set it on her grandfather’s head.

[color=8dc73f]”There, now you are the most handomest prince.”[/color] She said as she nodded, satisfied.[/hider]

Kenia looked down at the small flower crown once more before she opened her mouth and began to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLgmQP9hHMU]sing the same song sung at her grandfather’s funeral.[/url] As she did so she slowly walked over to Bowyn and gently took his hand before setting the small crown in it. She then looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes, before stepping back and continuing to sing her dirge.