The Sun Sets in Honeyhill [PK]

[GawrNexus 232]

*Amura the honorary halfling hears of this...she stops what she is doing and goes far far away to privacy to cry. She has never lost someone so important to her for a long time...

 

"Iris, you changed me and you'll never know...thank you for everything you did for me" She utters heart broken

 

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Honey, the 8 year old halfling who witnessed the attack sits at home with Penny baking a cake

 

"Mom, I know you loved Iris, and I want this cake to be in honor of her" she smiles giving her mommy lots of hugs

[salamanderfantasy 1340]

With her mother dead, Sorrel finds herself slipping away silently, as she did when her fathers vanished, and as she did all those years ago, when she was Sorrel Rosehipp, and the exiled Bilberry Rosehipp lay dead, leaving alone her young daughter. Unable to enter her home, now eerily silent, blissfully unaware of her new burden and heart wrenching itself asunder, she wanders. She walks all night, aimlessly, no duty to attend to nor anything to be seen to, a luxury she has not allowed herself since childhood. At 81, she is once again as much as an orphan as she was at 12, when she met Iris. Eventually, she stops to rest. The golden cutting knife gifted to her by her late mother, her father lost parent, weighs heavy at her belt.

 

But with it, so does the scarf around her neck and the apple fritters in her bag and the pressed daisy crown she keeps tucked in her journal for luck. The golden earrings she sometimes wears, the old wolf toy she won in Arcas, a stone with a B scrawled on it by a child. Good hard cheese, boltcutters, the forged manacles and Sheriff's badge she keeps on her. Small trinkets from her siblings, old drawings. The little enamel rose brooch she's had all her life. 

 

Sorrel Rosehipp Ironbrew Mudfoot-Mowood Applebottom Peregrin sits to rest, all she has lost and gained still with her. And having with the stars above her, she mourns.

[QueenGeorge 124]

Though the life of Iris had come to an end, Sister Ape would surely soon find that her spirit continued on after death.

As for all Druids it was the Eternal Forest for her final destination.

What a place it was, strange and wonderful with teeming life unknown to the realm of mortal men.

Things which would also make it rather alien to those entering it earlier than they had expected.

 

At least it would be a path that the Brothers and Sisters of Iris had walked before.

 

One of those Sisters awaited her now. A fellow halfling with curly black hair, bright brown eyes, and a serene smile.

All Druii were kin to Sister Lamb,

 

"Welcome Sister!"

 

She'd greet even an unfamiliar and unexpected face.

What mattered now was to help Iris settle in, any questions would be answered, comfort to be given, guidance to any she wished to meet, a cup of tea, or simply to be shown a spot where one could lay down and rest for as long as they wished.

 

"You've finished your duties, you can rest now."

 

 

[rushork 128]

Eldon wipes his bloodied head from the attack, only just coming to realise the severity of the situation.

 

"Aspec's guide yeh, Oiris... oy'll remembeh yer teachin's foreveh..."

 

Eldon continues on his journey to find Minto.

[nerdy 250]

Meemaw finished her rounds, delivering blankets and meals to the grieving halflings of Honeyhill, having yet to shed a tear and she scurried about, not having time to dwell on the loss of her dear friend, not yet. Not when her granddaughter was up crying in her bedroom, not when she needed to bring her niece more water after she cried out a lake, not when her husband had deluded himself into thinking he could hide the trails of tears falling from puffy eyes. No, Meemaw couldn't be upset quite yet, she had to make stew, yes... stew for tomorrow, that would be good. The old woman glanced to the sky, her fingers worn by time finding their way to a golden phoenix pendant hung from her neck gifted to her by a certain matriarch of the Peregrins. She would get potatoes and carrots for the stew, something hearty, that'll do. As she found herself in the kitchen, she'd mumble to herself "Balancing the scales, aye Oires? Balancing the scales..."

[Notic 953]

Monkey Peregrin feels his soul ache as the will reaches him. Even as far away as he is, he can feel the loss, it is flowing through him. He falls to the floor, grasping the wall as he clutches his chest, exhaling, "Yew feel it tew, don't yew, James?" He says to himself, catching his breath as he looked down solemnly, "The extinguis'in' of t'e sun. T'e loss o' loife... oi 'oped tew never know it." He said, sniffling, "Oi love yew Mom. Oi'm sorry oi could nay make it. Yew will always be moi pillar... even in yer passin'. See yew soon."

 

Lily Peregrin, still conflicted with an uncontrollable grief, looks over the will mindlessly as she exhales. She has no more tears left to weep and is now only capable of worrying. "We are so lost wit'out yew, Mom. Please. Come back. We can nay carry on- we dun nay know w'at tew dew," she squeaked out, sniffling, "Oi dun know w'at tew dew."

 

Spoiler

Thank you so much for teaching me what Halfling RP actually is. Iris was the pillar on which the halflings have leaned since the fall of Brandybrook, and you are the only reason we still exist. You have done so much for this community with only one character. I love ya Fae and thank you Iris for keeping the flame lit. We'll try and fill your shoes.

 

[CorweenieTheJedi 892]

Burt sat in the burrow he shared with the love of his life, gently sobbing into the bedsheets as the now tearstained letter sat upon the nightstand.

 

It had been a long time since Burt had to deal with the pain of losing one so close, but never before have such a tightly knit part of his heart be so tragically ripped from his chest. Over the years, his relationship between the two went from political opponent, to a mid-summer night fling, to his dearest partner; the kind soul being so patient as Burt went through the biggest test of his life, Iris was a gift to the Hassenfort from Knox above.

 

They never wed - a thought all too present in Burt's mind now, and now it was too late.

 

"Iris..." the gruff halfling muttered through the tears. "I can't do this without you..."

 

That night, Burt stayed in his burrow with his daughter, doing his best to comfort the young lady who he wish he'd been there for more. 

 

~*~

 

A sturdy looking halfling with a full beard, curly hair, and blue eyes sat against an oak tree. He idly smoked a pipe, and seemed at peace. 

 

Upon Iris's arrival in the fields, he smiled to her.

 

"Thanks, fer takin' care oh' Burt - and the wee folks. Ye did good" the old Hassenfort said. "Ye can rest now..."

 

[riorr 1970]

 

The High Pumplar Jeannette lay for hours in a field of golden wheat, still and silent, attempting to feel closer to Thain Iris Peregrin... 

 

...meanwhile, on a plain of parallel appearance, a pale hand extended out to Iris.

"Welcome," The Thain known as Micah O'Connell greeted, offering her a bottle labelled 'Brandybrook Brandy', "Ye di' t'e name o' Thain proud. Now ye may retire. Come now, 'n enjoy eternal rest."

[Apotolofo 2204]

Aech Amberace recieves a letter from a familiar bird, and a smile forms along her lips as she takes it. But the happy expression quickly turns to one of shock. Aghast and in disbelief, they rub their eyes a few time before looking at the letter once more. But alas... it was the same as before. Iris Peregrin is dead. Regret flashes in their mind, a disgruntled expression upon their face. Mixed and conflicted feelings swam through their mind, unsure how to feel... Of course it is unfortunate, she had a heart of gold, and did great things for our people... "I only wish..." She mutters, thinking out loud now. "I wish... as selfish as it may be..." She sighs, beggining to write a response to comfort her dear daughter. I only wish we had more time... And perhaps we would have had more time if it wasn't for our different views. But perhaps it's time to try again.  

[Royal Peasant 462]

Ser Roylan G B Sirame had just been having another day. Relieved that the burning and destruction of his home that he had been battling with had been fixed. That the people around him were slowly recovering and healing as the smell of cooked meat and alcohol was flowing once more. Yet, just as he was starting to settle down. Just as they healed and the world started to come back to a sense of peace - alarming news reached him. News that once again brought a sense of pain to his chest, a wash sorrow, another lost soul. Another friend that he had gained that passed out of sight with nothing he could do. Oblivious to how it had happened, what had wrought the life of another friend, another soul he knew from the world he silently cast a prayer towards their soul before his voice whispered out. 

"Aye hope that the mug and that spoon me and Malii made for ya birthday served to bring ya some joy before the end Iris. And that whoever gains the mushroom cup and spoon find some joy with them as well..."

His mind went to her for one final time before a gentle breathe escaped him and his mind washed with ideas. Perhaps he should pay a visit to honey hill to pay his proper respects soon...

[_Jandy_ 3519]

~ The soul of the long since departed, Andwise Peregrin, would greet his daughter in the lands beyond with a long hug. ~