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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7380040" data-attributes="member: 6799460">Annit: Aftermath“Know?” Annit took her eyes off the sword and saw that Dain had a strange, almost pleading expression upon his face.“Wait,” she replied. “Let me see again.”She dared to reach out a finger and lightly touch a section of black decorative steel near the blade’s hilt. Here, interwoven patterns in the folding of an object unknown, added to a blacksmith’s iron, converged in a loop. Within the center lay a vague outline. It could have looked like anything really, but to Annit the image was clear.---One summer early in her youth, Annit and her Father took leave from Kalair and the protection of it's fields to make a long journey by foot. The southern fringe of Cilat. Much of the travel was a quiet and contemplative time. They traveled light, cept for a heavy burden of grief. It was dark news they were to bring Venna, her dear old grandmother. News that a mother had outlived a daughter. Word that he who was to be Annit’s younger brother had been born still, mother joining him in the heavens not long after.“Come,” her father had said kindly many days later, as they made their way back home. “Your grandmother said we must go this way.” It was certainly a detour. Home lay to the west upon a gravel road, however she quietly left the path with him, inching into a bushland which thickened with every step. They were heading towards the sea. Brambles clawed at their ankles. Irritating seedpods clung to their boots and the hem of her dress, but Annit knew better than to complain. She was too engrossed in loss to care. Finally they came to a track, nothing more than a line of dirt in truth, and after hours of plodding forth into nightfall, finally stopped to hear the sounds of rushing water somewhere ahead.---“A sparrow,” Annit whispered. “This is carved in the root of a tree at the summit of Sparrow Falls.”She hesitated then, almost choking on something.“It is a place... people of my family go, an old tradition. If… if unable to visit a loved ones true resting place, someone of kin goes there to lay a twist of your hair upon the water. It is said that their goodbye, thanks and respect then travels by river to the sea, and out to the afterlife in the waters beyond.”</blockquote>

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