Melfani Mashan roamed a forest by herself, a look of pain washing over her countenance. She knew what she needed to find. As thick brush and large trees gave way to a clearing, the Viper looked up at the skies above. They were blue - a prettier day than she would have expected. If only she didn't have to use it mourning. Her hands traveled down to her greaves, withdrawing a thin knife that she had kept close to her calves. She held it close to her body. Elena made her want to keep it closer to herself than ever.
She made her way over to the marker. A shrine once shown to her by someone she had truly cared for. She placed her hand on it, running her fingertips on the slightly tarnished stone of the shrine, its gray stone developing green, mossy pockmarks, as nature began to take over. The 'ame dropped down on her knees, setting a small clay bowl before filling it with incense. A few moments later, once it was lit, she withdrew from the grave. Elena made her want to do that.
Then, the Viper found herself beside a tree, watching the incense burn from afar. She took the knife and began to carve into the bark of the tree, her eyes narrowed as she scratched a few letters into it. Once she was finished, she pursed her lips, looked over her lovely work, and withdrew herself from the location.
M + E
No longer would Melfani Mashan be haunted by her mistakes. She could be anywhere right now, that canonist whom she cherished. If ever there were a passionate, selfless person, it was her.
The Viper was certain where she had gone.