The Still Flame [PK]

[yeeter2k 247]

Aerik von Wesenburg sat in his quarters upon hearing the news; he was devastated. Were it not for his grandmother, the Bishop of Gelimar and dearest of his family in recent years, he would not have found his sense of self in these trying times. He stood up, wandering down the halls and through the front door, then through town to a chosen rock upon the mountains to sit upon, pondering what would be next. He thought of the people his grandmother introduced him to, the moments he shared and the places he travelled.

Alas, it all came to a close so suddenly, and he came back to his senses, wondering what he would face ahead, without his dearest grandmother. He held the vase he was given by her. He began to cry.

[juliaINC 592]

 

In a dimly lit chapel of the Holsord Castle, Chieftess Wilhelmina slinked into a pew. Here, Josefina taught her children. Her aunt-in-law always understood faith as a living, breathing thing, and prayer as something closer to air than to a formula. Many such things did Josefina understand, the hidden spaces in between symbols and the meaning of a breath in between words, things that Wilhelmina never could, and for that, had her utmost respect. Though Josefina's heart and lungs slept eternally, Wilhelmina knew — it was now that she breathed. "Amen." She muttered, standing up to leave her reflections in the chapel.

Edited August 19, 2025 by juliaINC

[Crevel 7557]

Father Martin laments the passing of his friend and priestly superior. He prays that she makes her place in the Seven Skies close to the Lord, though he would have no doubts about it. She was a good lady. With her death, he would likely find himself taking on more responsibility in the clerical oversight of Reinmar so he would make some arrangements.

[wolfdwg 2677]

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"This... This cannot be..." Sir Arn Honewyine collapsed to his knees when he heard the news of a passing of perhaps the most kindest woman he had every had the company of outside of his wife. She was a old soul that had taught the rather stoic man that there was more to life than blood and steel. The flowers, the honeycombs, the banter, it was now gone. A lit candle within the Grand Knight's heart went out, leaving nothing but void and flickering smoke. Joy was once again replaced by emptiness, and most of all... grief.

[Josh3738 3137]

Ser Alwyn Glennmaer sat on the floor of his solar with his back against the wall. The destroyed remnants of the furniture lay scattered about the room, a testament to his reaction to the news of his King's death. And it was in this state that a brave servant saw fought to deliver word of his many-greats-granddaughter's death to the already grieving lord.

 

He had lived a long, long life by now, and God had seen fit to bestow upon him dozens and dozens of grandchildren, all of them unique and beloved by the old man. Yet it had been Josefina in particular he had spoken most with in these final days, who brought silliness and fun when it was best needed, who had sent him letters more often than he could reply, and who had been the kindest, most thoughtful person he'd come to know. Even now, one of the many scattered papers that lay across the ground had been addressed to her as he had begun to anticipate his own end and had wished to say goodbye.

 

"I was supposed to go first, lass."

 

His lips trembled as hot tears rolled freely down the cheeks of the old man, disappearing into his beard.

[KaiserJacobII 1456]

Brother Lothaire whips around to the news. "Wh- No.. no.. Say it is not true.. No, non, non!" The monk cries, shaking his head as it is confirmed. "GOD," he asks in the early, still golden hours of that evening, "why must you take the most kind ones?"  He receives no answer that night, and all that is left for him to scatter to the winds are words of mourning: 

 

"Magnified and sanctified is the great name of God throughout the world, which was created..."

[wowj 9747]

[Laeonathan 5889]

A Cardinal rejoices. His bald spot was free from being patted by strangers at last. He was liberated and could again prroudly display his lack of hair on the head.