mourning

A scarred hand twined with one that had never known the bite of steel as intimately. Had never held closed a wound that stole the final breath of another. Had never felt the life flow freely out of someone near and dear to them. Friga's little hands had known little more than hard work in her...

Leander Urahil Lumen had just gotten back from a mission all the way across the oceans. She was so tired and ready for her own bed and room that she nearly missed the hushed whispers from the other students as she passed. Nearly missed the looks of grief or sympathy her way. It wasn't until...