(( Following the events of Blood Open RP Night. ))
Related: Snapped
Arialynn Dawnfield returned to Westguard at a late hour, the night sky marked with aurora swirls that nearly blotted out the brightness of the moon. Withdrawing into the morgue, she resumed a grim duty: Identifying a small-framed body laid carefully on the table. Though silent, compared to its many fellows, it spoke of a tragic tale, of a young life ended before its time, no kin to claim it. The lady knight began the autopsy, careful to record the deceased’s clothing, distinguishing marks, and estimate a date of death too far passed to attempt Holy resurrection.
She undertook the task quietly and with no pause save one: Finding a small item clasped in the child’s hand. The object, a toy soldier, so mundane and dismissible under most circumstances brought such a change to the hardened knight that at the autopsy’s conclusion, instead of retiring to her quarters she took to the upper ramparts of the keep, her eyes trained on the green swirling skies till dawn.
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