A parents nightmare

[dandan1350 479]

~ + ~ Rest In Peace Leana Stafyr ~ + ~

1711 – 1723

 

Gerard stared downwards to the fresh tombstone marked within the crypts of Nenzing, his expression vacant as a hand idly scratched at a now quivering lip. His eyes puffed and red, sore from the tears that had been shed the most recent morn, head pounding from his rampant shouts and cries of horror at what had occurred. It wasn’t often the bear of a man showed emotion, but not even the strongest willed could sit silent as they laid their own child to rest. 

 

“Rest easy, little one.” Is all he’d manage out with a hoarse croak of a voice as he read over the name ‘Leana Stafyr’ that sat upon the tombstone. The heart-broken man turned swiftly and marched from the haunting crypts of Stafyr, his hands trembling in both rage and sorrow that he had not been able to protect the one thing that mattered most to him. 

 

Upon his return to the palace of Reza, his somber self would be locked away in a room deep within the palace walls where he drank and drank, to extinguish a pain that would most likely never fade. A broken man who had the utmost ill-fortune of burying his own child.

 

Within her sleep the bright child, Leana Stafyr had been taken from this world many years too early. 

[Emenzi 1069]

The Young King would frown at the news of his cousin’s untimely passing, offering a solemn sigh as he glanced out over the courtyard of the Prikaz where it felt like yesterday the pair had played games and laughed. He’d quickly feel a shiver run down his spine before shaking his head “Farewell, little pirate..” he’d scrunch up his nose before going back into his chambers.

[TarreBear 637]

Nataya, already sick and weak would weep within her bed in Nenzing over the loss of her daughter. “Now you can fly, my little bird.” she said softly to herself as tears poured down her cheeks.

[AndrewTech 3329]

Ser Konrad Stafyr sat in the Chapel of St. Godwein at Castle Nenzing, stunned by the news of Leana’s death.

For once, the silver tongued man is speechless... Not a word would be said to any of his kin about the young girl’s passing, the pain simply weighing too heavily down upon the Sybillan’s heart for him to do so. Eventually, he would have to face Erich and Katherine, Vladrick and Kazimar, and he would have to tell them of the innocent little child’s passing, if Gerard didn’t do so first.

 

And as for Gerard... His daughter meant the world over to him, and he loved her with every fiber of his essence. Although he had often left Leana and Symon in Konrad’s care, and he had in fact helped to raise them for most of their lives, he knew that Leana was one of the few things that could still make Gerard smile.

 

And now, with news that his wife bedridden as well, he legitimately worried for his cousin. As strong as he was, all of this was simply too much for any one man to bear.

 

The parliamentarian would shudder, clutching at his temples. He felt as though one of his own children had died, and his thoughts drifted to the babes that Kamilla had born him. If a healthy, vigorous young woman such as Leana could meet her end so soon, then-

 

He could think no more of this matter, descending deep into prayer as the Steward of Nenzing begged St. Godwein for the child’s safe deliverance unto the Seven Skies. After several hours of that, he would head for Reza with the intent to spend a long night at Harold Bell’s Inn.

[Silverstatik 218]

Kazimar Lazar Alimar would shout in anger, tossing the missive notifying him of the passing of the Stafyr aside in a crumpled heap. He’d glance about, suddenly noticing the stark silence. He’d huff and move to the window “Rest now little Leana.” he’d huff as he slumped into a nearby chair, calling for Matilda to bring him something to drink.

[DahStalker 3692]

Henry lay his head upon his chipped desk, features muddled with despair as the boy somehow received the missive, fingers taught around the crinkled parchment. The boy has lost many, but, this was perhaps the most gruesome loss of them all!

[Cymoril 440]

Erich Stafyr stood in his room, staring out at the rolling hills and many mountains around the county of Nenzing. He would watch as his falcon soared across the sky, hunting for some small game to slip up and expose itself. He felt the cold mountain air on his neck and shivered. He stood rigid as a statue, hands gripping the railing of the tower with such force the skin began to turn white. Another family member had been taken from him, and this time at a cruelly young age.

 

“Leana...” The young boy barely managed to croak these words as tears began to pour down his face. He would bring his hand to his mouth, covering it to hide the pain in his tone, despite being alone. The echoes of childhood memories rang in his head, the giggles of a little girl playing pirate, the playground insults, the tears they shared over his departed father. He would fall to his knees, staring there into the sky, a bright red from the setting sun, and sob loudly, now resting his head on the railing.