[General PoV]
Her frowned deepened. It was a bright, sunny day, and she was surrounded by people she loved, and people who loved her. Everyone was either silent, or quietly sobbing. She herself was on the verge of tears, but was remaining strong.
Not for her.
For her Uncle.
Her father passed away a few weeks ago and they received notification, and his corpse, only last week. He died in Icecrown, according to the Ebon Blade's letter.
At least the body was well-preserved because of the cold.
[Lithec's PoV]
I shook my head as I wiped my face, sniffling quietly. Uncle was the only person I could truly trust now- I'm a cautious person. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I glanced behind me, wiping my nose. Uncle gently squeezed my shoulder, grimacing at my appearance. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy, my nose red and the rest of my face was pale. My hair was uncombed- at least, it looked like it. I actually spent fifteen minutes on it before I ended up curling up in my blankets and sobbing. The only acceptable part of me was my clothes- a pitch black, long-sleeved dress that reached my knees, met with black knee-high socks and boots.
I looked back to the coffin, covering my mouth to contain my choked sob.
[Voirin's PoV]
I sighed, observing Lithec. Poor child, losing her father so young. I know it will make her stronger though. I looked back to the coffin as Lithec did, patting her back as she covered her mouth.
It won't be too long until the funeral is over, and I pray she doesn't do anything stupid. She's rash and impulsive when her emotions run wild, and she's currently doing her best to not lose composure. It seems our little 'chats' on etiquette didn't go in one ear and out the other for her.
I, myself, was just as upset over Kulin's death as Lithec was, perhaps even more so. I'm near positive that Lithec will try to comfort me later, if she gets the chance. Halan, my soon-to-be Wife, beat her to it. She was there when I read the letter, and saw me lose my 'cool', as some call it. It was so abrupt- he'd only been gone a few months when he died.
Poor Lithec, left without her father and no mother to speak of. I suppose Halan will try to convince me to take on the fatherly role, but we have our own on the way. It is my understanding that children get jealous of each other, especially early-on.
I just hope Lithec doesn't lose it.