[PK] A Starling as Witness

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There was little more to Aleksey's death than fire and blood. First, on a road just past the main road. Then, in a forge as blood was drained and his heart pierced in ritualistic manner. The man's starling, long a companion to him, had bore silent and distant witness.

To die to a dragon, would be a good death, Aleksey felt as flames engulfed him. His blades had tasted golden blood, he had not been taken without a fight. After years of learning peace, years of knighthood trials, of paying off his father's debts and proving himself as a squire, indeed to die to a dragon was a good death. Even if it was due to the prideful folly of a desperate friend who had bandited the wrong person, it was good. The elder azdrazi had taken his life and that of his untrained friend, at cost of its own eye, and the wound showed as proof that Aleksey had fought.

 

Aleksey de Knowles, once Aleksey Henrik Godunov, eldest son of Ilya Godunov and Poppiya Amador, died as he had lived: stubbornly, and in spite of himself. In the wake of his passing, the only herald of his fate would be a bloodied starling tapping at Dame Gwenyth's window in Balian, seeking rest as a silent witness. The old bird uninjured, yet stained with red. Aleksey's rents would go unpaid, and prewritten post-mortem letters would wait, patiently, to be sent out. Though they likely never would.

 

Spoiler

Thank you to @Lirinyafor the short time we had to rp together with this character, @HIGH_FIREfor letting me into Balian when things hit the fan, and the others I rpd with under Aleksey. It was a good time! And thank you to the Azdrazi for a great roleplay experience even if it led to death. Out with one chapter, and in with another. Thank you.

 

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

He has not heard from his friend in a while.

He has not heard from anyone in a while.

Chapters of his life close, inaccessible. Pyres of his family plowed over to make room for the jungle once again. Cities he grew up in razed without a landmark beyond the memory of where they once were.

 

 

Maybe it's for the best that the letters were never sent.

Caeso may not be able to take another loss.

 

"I wonder where Aleksey is... I hope he's happier."