"Hey there, doll, long time no ring a ding, how's it been shakin'?" The confidence oozing from this teenage troll was almost unbelievable, almost.
"Can it Nitram, I ain't in no mood for you today." The isolation of death and the events that had led to her early grave has left the once bubbly troll into a state of rage and bitterness.
"Simmer down now Rahjah, just trying to welcome a fellow low blood back to the bubble."
The brown blooded female pursed her lips and squinted up at the tall troll before her. It didn't help that the light hitting his wings could blind anyone in a four foot radius. Confusion was enticing her to ask where this dream bubble had taken her, but one glance around refreshed her memory.
"Oh." Her tone was slightly above a whisper, as she wrapped her arms around herself, "Here."
Had they been allowed to grow up into their ancestors, had Meenah not ruin everything, this would be the place where Rahjah would have died. In the very back of her brain, she could feel the memory trying to resurface, screaming at her. You died here, alone, in the midst of a war, no one mourned for you but for your undiscovered body.
"Doll?" Rufioh sounded miles away, like he was flying high above her. Through the tears slipping down her cheeks she looked up to see him frowning and sincerely sad, "I'm sorry we couldn't have met on better grounds."
She didn't speak, but lunged at Rufioh, hiding her face in his chest hands clenched his vest. She sobbed openly, no doubt the first emotion she'd show anyone. Rufioh was silent, patting her back as she sobbed melted chocolate into his vest. For once someone was there for a mourning dame.