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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Edge of Lover's Lake[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Night of the 23rd[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Anastasia [@princess], Roman [@reusablesword], Munir [@Infinite Cosmos][/color] 

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[color=f26522][i]"They are with the gods now, be happy that they have passed and no longer need to suffer here with us. You will see them again someday."[/i][/color]

Farim smile had faded ever so slightly at the remark, an internal monologue began to chime in. [color=D2691E][i]...no longer need to suffer here with us. If only you knew...[/i][/color] However the melancholy quickly dissolved as Anastasia had returned his meaningful attention with her own adoration. Thara initially responded by curiously poking her outstretched hand with her beak. With an extremely gentle nature, the falcon opened her beak and nibbled on her finger before pushing her head against the princess' hand. It was mainly a show of affection, as weird as it may seem. But to any bird of prey, it was an endearing gesture.

[color=D2691E]"Well she certainly has missed you too. I hope you do not mind if I share that sentiment, Annie."[/color] He had noticed her careful caress just now, and was already returning such a movement with a subtle rub of his hand against her hip while they talked. He could not help but feel curious about the new friend and her mention of creating a whole new song for this charity event. [color=D2691E]"You must tell me more about this charity event. Since you speak of your brother, I happened to have a chat with him a little earlier. Would Wulfric happen to be the one hosting or would it be Callum?"[/color] If Wulfric was the host, Farim believed it would be very matter-of-fact style of charity. But from what he observed and scarcely knew of Prince Callum, he could not help but feel that him hosting would mean a sleu of ulterior motives. Not just from him, but from other interested parties as well.

Just as the questions came running from him, the ceremony began in full tilt. There were words sung that were full of mystique, dancing motions that carried the weight of a dozen emotions, and various other activities that seemed to have a bittersweet weight to them. This was a ceremony of death, but also reconciling that within death there is life. A beautiful notion, and one Farim would find he agreed with wholeheartedly. [color=D2691E]"It is certainly going to be an interesting evening. I have seen a few ceremonies like these ones, but every tribe or clan does them so uniquely different it is like experiencing it for the first time."[/color]

Farim wrapped his arms around her while she observed the ritual. The memories of his past were certainly weighing on him, as well as the topic of death itself somewhat swaying him into a somber state. However, there was a comforting warmth to Anastasia's presence that balanced all the emotions out, causing the man to be more clingy than he intended. All the same, to her it might just seem like an affectionate hug as she gasped in awe at the surrounding ceremony.

[color=D2691E]"It certainly is, Annie. They are purely devoted to passing on the writs of their kin in the most honorable way possible. I bet they practiced this for many weeks leading up to this. Much like how you may practice your cello for a performance of your own. They are both forms of art - and I would be excited to see more of your art at this event you were speaking of you know. What day will it be?"[/color]
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