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<blockquote data-quote="Lady Tsin" data-source="post: 99979" data-attributes="member: 444">Kith's body is consumed by dragonfire, and her pain with it.&nbsp; In the hour before dawn, there is nothing left but a mound of white ash that drifts in the breeze.&nbsp; The mourners have gone to their beds, exhausted; some even sleep.In the uncertain predawn light, a slim figure fades into existence beside the funeral pyre.&nbsp; It appears to be a woman clad all in white, with a very long black braid hanging down her back.&nbsp; The woman looks down sadly, then kneels and begins to sift her hands through the ashes.&nbsp; She is uncovering something buried there; the disturbance makes the ash fly and coat her white robes.Finally she is done.&nbsp; Another wraith-like figure lies revealed...it, too, seems to be a young woman.&nbsp; The students here, were they awake to see, would recognize her as their Mistress, Kith.&nbsp; Or as the bitter Shard.&nbsp; And they might be surprised at the resemblance between her and the white-clad lady.The lady leans over now and kisses this image of Kith upon the forehead.&nbsp; Kith's eyes drift open, and the lady smiles.&nbsp; Is that a spark of starlight above her eyes?&nbsp; &quot;It's over now, my little one,&quot; she says in a voice light and pure.&nbsp; &quot;You are whole again, and I've come to take you home.&nbsp; Your father is waiting.&quot;&nbsp; She wraps Kith in an embrace, and they both rise from the ashes.Yes, it is starlight that flashes upon the lady's brow.&nbsp; Kith rests her head against her mother's breast, and both figures fade into the dawn.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lady Tsin, post: 99979, member: 444"] Kith's body is consumed by dragonfire, and her pain with it. In the hour before dawn, there is nothing left but a mound of white ash that drifts in the breeze. The mourners have gone to their beds, exhausted; some even sleep. In the uncertain predawn light, a slim figure fades into existence beside the funeral pyre. It appears to be a woman clad all in white, with a very long black braid hanging down her back. The woman looks down sadly, then kneels and begins to sift her hands through the ashes. She is uncovering something buried there; the disturbance makes the ash fly and coat her white robes. Finally she is done. Another wraith-like figure lies revealed...it, too, seems to be a young woman. The students here, were they awake to see, would recognize her as their Mistress, Kith. Or as the bitter Shard. And they might be surprised at the resemblance between her and the white-clad lady. The lady leans over now and kisses this image of Kith upon the forehead. Kith's eyes drift open, and the lady smiles. Is that a spark of starlight above her eyes? "It's over now, my little one," she says in a voice light and pure. "You are whole again, and I've come to take you home. Your father is waiting." She wraps Kith in an embrace, and they both rise from the ashes. Yes, it [i]is[/i] starlight that flashes upon the lady's brow. Kith rests her head against her mother's breast, and both figures fade into the dawn. ;) [/QUOTE]

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