a/n: originally written for SMACKDOWN 2011, Team Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris (not necessarily together, or all at once οΎ¨C this time, however, it is). Warnings for character deaths, multiple pairings..
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By icecreamlova
Prologue: Lark's Funeral I
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There was pelting rain, and there was a cutting wind, and Sandry supposed she ought to be surprised hailstones weren't pelting from the sky. Sandry shuddered, even as her woolen cloak wrapped more firmly - like sheep twining around a favored farmer - around her arms, shoulders and waist. Water slid down its surface like it had been oiled and ran down the lines of her calves. She was so COLD.
Dedicates, Sandry had already learnt once before, were given different funeral rites according to the temple to which he or she belonged. Lark, for all the light and air she brought into shattered lives, was earth, and so upon her death - slipping and sliding away - she was buried beneath layers of dirt.
She held her cloak tighter; it did not help.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. Heated, brown arms that had been by her side, when they comforted Tris once before. Daja murmured, as though soothing a drowning kitten, "I've got you."
Briar slid up to stand beside her, his tattoos sprouting masses of black leaves and midnight blue blossoms, taking her hand - another blaze of heat.
Tris's presence announced itself before the mage herself did: a space of calm, still air wrapped around the small group, free from rain. As the wind abruptly died, Sandry was left feeling as though her face was on fire.
"We've got you," Tris said, standing on her other side and no longer crying - calmer, now, though outside their circle, lightning still flickered sporadically in the leaden sky.
And Sandry clung to them, to their warmth, and swore she would never let go.
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Well?