In loving memory of cadvan.
A rabbit scuttled across the grass, the dew drops skidding up behind it's feet. It stopped, stretched up on it's hind legs and looked around, sniffing. There were other rabbits, slowly and calmly nibbling at the lush grass. A bird called out and one of the rabbits twitched slightly but then resumed its eating. There were many evenly-space, grey stones, tall and bare and sad. A few butterflies fluttered peacefully around a lavendar bush, little white shapes puntuating the blur of purple. The sun was just rising, casting a beautiful, pinkinsh glow on the horizon and showering everything in a dappled, gold light.
The rabbits scattered as a hooded figure walked slowly and carefully through the grass, her footfalls making a soft crunch on the autumn leaves. The birds twittered happily again and the figure's smile was clear through her hood at the beauty of the sound. She pulled her hood down, revealing a beautiful face with tumbling, black hair and frosty blue eyes, like pools of clear, cold water. She did not look old to human eyes, though one could see in her face she had the look of someone who had seen alot. And though she stood tall and proud, her eyes were full of grief as she turned upon a tall, grey stone, set into the ground. She was carrying a bunch of freshly picked flowers of all colours. It was a beautiful bunch and she lifted it up to her nose and sniffed, she then smiled weakly and put the flowers by the stone. They contrasted deeply with the grey stone, making it look somehow sadder. She bent down, the edges of her cloak brushing her ankles. She traced a slender finger along the writing engraved on the stone and a warm tear leaked from her eyes and joined the glistening dew in the grass.
The writing read:
In loving memory of cadvan of lirigon.
You've wept with me, laughed with me
Sung with me and cried with me.
We rode through the hills in sunlight
Summer, autumn, spring, winter
I will always remember the day you found me
And the day you left me
For you died without me.
But I w ill see you again
May the light shine on your path, always - Maerad.
It was a gravestone. Cadvan of Lirigon was dead and Maerad was mourning, tears rolling down her beautiful face.