Sanderlings

A young elf, Llothia, seemingly blackened and sleepless around the edges of her gaze seems to look to the letter of Telos' end. She would begin to grasp the letter in her hand, crumpling it in complete anguish and frustration, a strange tear would stream down her face. "Who....-Why?!" Her speech would begin to be cut off by intense shaking. "Why... Telos... Hiren." She would simply mutter and then wipe away the tears in her eyes quickly, going into a small prayer for the fallen. "Stars guide you friend - Into the end, may you find nothing but light and rest in the peaceful beyond..." 

Llothia would begin to look over the perch of her chambers and gaze down upon the city square, a maddened expression plastered upon her face. "I am unsure... But it seems I may join you very soon, Rhia. I do not know when this all will end... But I hope to live on. Stars guide us all to safety." She would sigh, a slight of dread increasing upon her facial expression as she looked to the square, beginning to space off into it.

The young elf, Llothia, would come to a kneel and sigh, cupping her hands over her heart, over some sort of religious idol. She would let out a soft sigh and look over the atmosphere around her. She would let off a single prayer, a few tears shedding from her eyes. "May the stars guide you. May they light your path in your end, to find you peace once more to this land now so far. It was not long I have known you, but it has been an honor to have seen you, and been beside you in the battles of Athera. You will not be forgotten, for your stories shall live on, for long as I live. Rest among the serene." She would wipe away her eyes, and keep a kneel, looking to the stars long and hopeful.

"'Tis time to celebrate one of the honorable now with a drink."

The elf would soon walk off and take a vow of silence to the fallen, off to the tavern.