A quiet cemetary

Secluded in the corner of the City of Coneria you have come across thisquiet cemetary, tended to by an elderly gravekeeper. This cemetary was erectedrecently to give the brave and valiant adventuers known throughout the world knownas the Eternal Fantasy a resting place when they fell in battle or to traps laidout by cunning forces. Tombstones line the paths through this area, telling of various heros and fiends who have died. A chilling winds blows through here, you feel as if you may have a tombstone dedicated to you someday if you don't watch your steps with caution. To your west lies the residental road in the great cityof Coneria.

Llorien walks slowly down the paths, searching for the signs of those whom she seek. The tombstones stand in their neat rows, unchanging in this instant, and she feels the coldness, and sterility of the place, wondering if all mortals eventually come to such a lonely end.

Makoto trudges in through the side entrance, with solid clank of his armor from the uneven pathways ...so much for the dead sleeping in peace... Coming across the area in memory of the men who fought and died in the recent war. Lowering his head in a slight bow with the standing of attention, peering back up whispering softly 'You did your job, you went in the soldiers fashion.'

'click... click... click' the sound echos across the graveyard as a figureof medium height enters, it's head lowered as it weaves it's way to a smallhill on the east side of the cemetary, the figure pays no attention to theothers in the area and seems to be talking to himself, idly flipping asmall golden pellet in his left hand.

The figure pauses in mid-stride, casting a sidelong glance back to thegate... the figure pulls the hood of his cloak back and turns around,beckoning to someone just out of view, "Don't worry, we are almost there."

Makoto's attention is casted away from the grivance, glancing back towards the figure then it's motions ...what is he doing, or who is he talking to?... "Uh.. excuse me, What.. are you doing?"

Llorien rounds the corner, to a slightly less-maintained section of the graveyard. A ghostly, half-dead tree casts its shadow over a group of graves, some old, some new, but all of them simple and most of them unmarked. Somehow, she is drawn there, perhaps by the ties of blood. The odd noises intrude somewhat on her thoughts, but she tries to shake them off her senses. Still, they are somewhat... loud.

Kaze smacks himself on the forehead, tsking and muttering to himself,"yes.. walk... walk when you don't know where you are going." he thenshoves the pellet into his pocket and walks back towards the gate, reachingan arm out to a figure standing there, "Sorry, I had forgotten... I'm a bitthoughtless sometimes."

A small, slim form of a girl wandered into view, clad in a long, hooded robe. Razz takes Kaze's hand, but she seems to be rather... distracted. Her mind seems to be anywhere but here.

Makoto jumps back slightly ...what is he doing here?... "Y-your Highness, my apologizes" kneeling down onto one knee with his head lowered ...this disgusts me...

Kaze gives Razz' hand a quick squeeze, "It's just a little ways over here,lady Razz." He states, he then pauses and glances over at Makoto, aneyebrow quirked as he stops in mid-step, "Rise, Makoto.. this is acemetary. All men are equal here."

Kaze then continues to lead Razz by the hand to a small hill on the eastside of the cemetary.

Razz allowed herself to be lead, but paused at the address. "Don't call me lady, please," she murmured quietly.

Kaze grins slightly, shaking his head side to side with a faint chuckle,"Alright then... Uhm, Razz. I'll remember that."

Llorien pauses in her path. Voices? Here? How... unusual. So much for the solitude she had hoped to find. Her gaze wanders over to the 2? 3? figures on the other side of the semetary, before flickering back to the tombstones before her. Her slitted eyes flicker over the few markings on their surfaces, while unconsciously, her clawed fingers flex and come to rest on the hilt of her sword.

Razz walked on quietly, her expression still carries that unfocused air...

Kaze gently kicks open the gate of the fence that surrounds the small hill,a little path leads up to a single, solitary statue, above a single littlegrave, "Just up this hill here..."

Makoto stands back up, hefting the weight of his platemail by pushing off the ground with both hands. Letting a deep sigh escape his mouth he pivets around on his right foot, glancing back down at the graves. "I can not lie to you, even if you were dead.. Its my fault you are there, I got you into a war I had no buisness getting into!" he screams out. Clenching his fists closed, 'Why.. did they have to die in vain...why?'

Razz stepped up the hill after Kaze, not saying a word.

Kaze stops in front of the grave marker and releases Razz' hand, he quicklypulls off his cloak and lays it flat on the ground in front of the grave,he then takes Razz' hand in his again and motions towards the statue, "Thisis it... We haven't had a chance to write a name... or... anything on ityet... Though it may seem horribly insensitive, I was hoping you yourselfmay have something to say. Or maybe, you'd wish us to move it elsewhere...I really did this without asking much from you, which was rather rude ofme... but you weren't quite.. able at the time."

Llorien catches sight of a particular engraving out of the corner of her eye, and whirls in that direction, stepping softly towards that one tombstone. Her claws click on the paved path, as she makes her way there with a little more haste than she had previously displayed. Hesitantly, she reaches out a talon to touch the carving on its face... the crude representation of a dragon... when she is interrupted my the sound of someone screaming, not too far away.

Razz released Kaze's hand, and, with ghosting steps, and a haunted expression, steps in front of the statue. Her hand stretched out, and gingerly touched the tombstone. Kaze's words only registered vaguely upon her mind... A name...? She never even thought of a name....

Kaze stands back and clasps his 'hands' behind his back, the glint of thegold encasing his arm seemingly deadened in this still and nearly quietplace. Nearly, except for the screaming psychopath.

Makoto pacing slowly up and down the 'isles' of crosses placed over the mounds of dirt. 'I even lost Tzen, Makes me wonder what Zenema saw in me that he had to pick me..' ranting and raving while his pace picks up from slow to fast. Unclenching his fist, 'I am sorry, I failed you men...' ...and to think now Jeril..a Justicar of Light wants to conduct business with me..what more can these people want...

The statue is basically an angel with a right wing and an angel with a left wing, the one with the left wing is slightly higher then the one with the right wing and each is reaching out to the other, their hands 'almost' touching.

Llorien turns to look at the raving man, wondering what could possibly have driven him to such distress. It sits at the forefront of her thought for only a moment, before being buried along with other miscellaneous snippets. Once more, her heart feels the swiftly fading presence of her brood-siblings, one drawn towards the darkness and one who fought it at every moment. She was never the strong one, but now only she remains alive.

Razz traced her hands over the statue angels, slowly, softly. ::I never even thought to give you a name... It never even occurred to me... I didn't know...:: Faint memories came back to her... of the times when they implanted this counter-measure within her... ::I did know... I just didn't know how to stop it...:: A long, whimpering whine found its way out of her throat, and tears overflowed her unseeing eyes... Slowly she wrapped her arms around the statue, and broke into heart-wrecking sobs... ::I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I tried so hard... I really did... but they won't let me keep you... they... wouldn't... let me.... aaaargh!::

Kaze steps forward as a look of something bordering on compassion playsacross his face, though it looks rather unnatural, he gently wraps an armaround Razz but says nothing.

Llorien hisses softly, thinking. (You both chose, but what good did the choice do you? I didn't want to choose, but now they call me a hero... and it's hard to live up to that name. Sometimes it just seems so much easier to give in to our heritage... and I'm sure Mother is still out there somewhere, searching.)

Razz hardly noticed another's arm wrapping around herself. She merely clung to the statue, and sobbed, and sobbed. ::Why did you have to leave..? No... you didn't leave... I let you die... I didn't try hard enough... I even knew before hand... I'm- so- sorry!:: The ghosting cry of pain that no one but herself heard as her child died inside her womb... She's hearing it now... again... Her child cried when the power destroyed it... But she couldn't help it... she couldn't help it!!! She could never help anyone...

Makoto comes across a tree stopping at its side for a moment, looking down at the graves. 'Why...?' reaching down, wrapping his now shaking right hand around the hilt of his broadsword. 'Your deaths shall be avenged my brothers... Thats a promise!' Pulling the sword from its casing and slashing it into the tree, sending a resounding thud into the air. 'I will...'

Kaze turns his attention to the side briefly, casting a dissaproving glanceover at Makoto, before returning his attention to Razz.

The clanking of boots, the rattling of small pieces of silver against eachother...the captain of the royal guard, Eikigou, entering into the graveyard with a grim look on his face; rare these days, to see him without his officer's uniform...upon looking about into the graveyard, he heads towards the small gathering, taking on an interested expression...

Llorien is a little more than slightly annoyed by the random outbursts coming from another section of the cemetary. Shifting her cloak slightly, she stands up straight and turns in the direction of the screaming and the sickening sound of a sword thudding into something. Eyeing the lone figure there with disapproval, she starts a casual walk in that direction.

Eikigou nods as he draws near to the couple, bowing his head slightly and stating, "Your Majesty."

Overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow, Razz only held tighter onto the statue, and cried. It's a restrained, stiffled, heart breaking wail... Her tears flowed heavily, and they splattered on the statue, wetting its stone surface... ::it's all my fault...::

Kaze glances over at Eikigou, his face quickly losing what emotion it hadpreviously had as he draws his guard back up. Kaze nods his head atEikigou, still leaving his arm around Razz' shoulders, "Salutations,Eikigou... I felt she should see this..."

Eikigou peers at Razz inquisitively... "Would you introduce us, your Majesty?"

Makoto pulling on the sword, notcing its stuck. 'Just my luck' Placing his left boot on the tree's bark, with a simple jerk back the sword is lodges sending him tumbling backwards. 'oww' is all the he mutters as he slowly regathers his composure. Noticing he is being apporached he stands by a nearby grave glancing down trying to make his situation hidden.

Kaze gives Eikigou one of those rather, 'You need to die' looks, "Ah. Idon't think she's much up for conversation as of now, Eikigou... " he thenlowers his voice a little, "Her child was lost to her, this has beenerected in the childs honor... I think you can understand that she is abit.. indisposed..."

Llorien's claws scrape across the ground as she walks up to the sword-waving stranger, observing his actions with slight interest gleaming in her molten eyes. 'Tell me', she hisses, 'do you routinely express your grief in such a fashion, or is this something perverted you would choose to do for amusement?'

Eikigou makes for a stern glare, but bows his head down to look at the memorial before he can hold it any further... "A sad thing, for life to be lost as such an early age...."

Makoto snickers softly, drawing his look to a cutting glance. 'Why do you care to know?' peering at the figure for moments ...Ive gone and started trouble... Clearing his throat slightly, "These.." changing facial expressions before continuing "/were/ my men... I cant truly explain what I was doing..." Turning his head slightly to get a better glimpse of the hill ...be lucky...

Kaze nods and turns his gaze to the statue as well, "Aye... it is... itis... All I can hope for is to be here for the living, though."

Llorien shrugs, a strangely human expression. "Ssss.... -your- men? Your brood?" She closely examines the one before her, noting in passing that he, too, seems to bear the lunar blood, though strangely obscured in some way.

Razz eventually tires herself out, as one of her constitution can only hold so long in so exhausting an action as expressing grief over a miscarried child. Her fingers slips a bit over the stone surface, and her sobs dies down into sniffles and hiccups, her eyes red from crying so hard. ::There's nothing on your tombstone... What should I say...? I didn't even give you a name....:: "I'm sorry..." Razz managed to whisper between her hiccups.

Makoto cuts a step foreward, "I said my men!" ...wait I dont think /it/ understood me... "My soldiers.. peopled I led into combat..? Troops...? You know..." changing his attention to the trees wound ...er..Kaze is going to be angry...

Eikigou looks up, off towards the grieving paladin... "My old squire...I have business to take care of with him......please, take care, my lady." He then nods respectfully to Kaze, and ambles towards Makoto.

Kaze takes his arm from around Razz' shoulders and gently pushes a bit ofhair from her face and behind her ear, before wrapping his arm back aroundher shoulder, "Nothing to be sorry about, Razz... Nothing at all..."

Razz cringed under Kaze's touch, almost. "I let it die..." she choked, and more tears escaped from her eyes.

Kaze smiles softly, though not moving beside, "You didn't let it die, Razz.I've been told you fought for it every step. You held on as hard as youcould. Some things are just destined."

Razz murmured, through her tears. "I didn't even have a name for it..."

Llorien pauses, not very comfortable with his use of the language. "Their lives were theirs to lead, no? Theirs to choose?" Choose, as each of her siblings did, only to meet an early grave despite the opposite polarities of their choices. It dawns upon her, perhaps a little to late, that the decision not to choose would also be a choice. A soft sigh escapes her in a low hiss. "Some choices cost more than others..."

Kaze tilts his head to the side, looking up at the statue, "So give it aname, Razz. Let it be a parting gift for your child, a name for it to beknown as in the heavens."

Eikigou fiddles with something near his...well, what could be considered a collar...reaching into it, he extracts from the liquidy substance a small piece of black glass, connected to a chain around his neck via a gold encasing, solid caps at the top and bottom and a spiral-like array holding the top and bottom in place...

Razz's lips parted slightly, the haunting looking fading somewhat from her features. "I... I don't know... " A thoughtful pause, still paced with sniffles and hiccups. "I- Where's Justin? I want to ask him-" Suddenly she changed her mind, and shook her head. "No, no, Justin has nothing to do with this..."

Eikigou says: ....Makoto. Why do you grieve for your fallen comrades when they are not yet avenged? This is a time for action...

Makoto jumps around at the sudden voice behind him. 'Sir--e...' ...have to quit that... Drawing his sword behind his shoulders, snickering softly 'What do you want, traitor'

Kaze continues to smile, nodding a little towards the statue, "It's yourchoice, Razz. You don't have to make it now. There is time. The sooner youcan say your goodbyes, the sooner you can be at peace with yourself, andyour child."

Razz bursted into tears again. "I don't want to say goodbye! I want it back... I want it to live...!" She tightened her grip on the statue again. "Why... couldn't they give me this one thing...? It's the only thing that I have...!"

Llorien twitches agitatedly, beginning to regret in part her decision to come here. At least, come here when so many others chanced to visit this place as well. Having been partially absorbed in thought, the not-so-sudden arrival of yet another person took her partially by surprise. She turns, to see a ...

Llorien looks at Eikigou.

Eikigou makes no move to draw his swords, instead regarding his former protege calmly, "Traitor? I don't quite understand. Regardless, I've come here to offer you a place at my side, to make these worlds a much better place for those living upon them."

Llorien ... yet another half-lunar, or so she thinks. (And these two obviously know each other. Strangeness.)

Makoto draws a step backwards in shock. Not able to comment as his jaw is trembling. 'I... I.. ...' The sword lowering from his clutch, trying to force it back into his stance he is unable to. 'Eikigou... The men.. Died.. for what? Answer that much for me..'

Kaze takes his arm from around Razz long enough to smack himself in theforehead and mutter under his breath, "Gezu..." He then sighs softly, "Youhave your life, and your friends. You have the choice now, Razz. You cangive up... Never knowing what fate has in store for you. Or you can acceptthis as another part of life and continue your path. Now wasn't your time,in the future though, in the future you may be given the chance at achild... Giving up now, you'll never find out."

Eikigou looks down at the graves.... "It is up to you to find out for what purpose they died; joining me, you will most certainly find out..........who is your associate here, Makoto?"

Llorien sinks into contemplation, turning to face the general direction of the graves of siblings. A teaching comes to mind and she murmurs, "None come out of their lives alive."

Razz shook her head, and held onto the statue. Let her be stubborn... just this once... she's never asked for more than her survival... let her be unreasonable, just once... She doesn't want to let go yet... she's lost it so soon... Her first... child... "I can't have another child," she choked. "This is what happens when I have a child... it's a spell that activates when I become pregnant..." She shook her head again. "And I don't have any friends..."

Makoto glances back over towards the figure, '/It/ was speaking with me.. luckily for me' ...angry, must control it... Taking steps foreward back to the figure, extending a hand. "I am.. Commander Makoto Adair.." ...commander of what???...

Eikigou assessess this with an expression of distaste... "Makoto...have you gone stark raving mad?"

Llorien draws back the hood of the cloak, revealing a reptilian head, scales melding into horns sharply surrounding a multicolored frill. Her eyes flash a gaze at the one who named himself Makoto, considering. "I am called... Llorien. From nowhere in particular, and headed nowhere." Later, perhaps later, time to talk of things past. But would another ever know, ever understand? She keeps her clawed hands hidden under her cloak, waiting to see first how the others react to her appearance.

Eikigou just...blinks at that; few times has he seen a creature which deviates from the standard populace of the four worlds that greatly...

Makoto takes a small step foreward with his hand still extended ...I have never seen..anything like /this/ before... 'Er, I apologize.. I am Makoto' Glancing at you, and posture before noticing the sword ...the looks of a fine fighter...

Llorien nods, slightly, extending her hand to grip Makoto's, but lightly, murmuring: "You didn't exactly have to name yourself twice...". She notices his gaze drawn to the hilt of her sword mostly hidden under her cloak, and wonders what it meant to him.

Eikigou says: Perhaps he has lost a few screws....

Kaze smiles again, though very weakly, and turns to face Razz, "You havefriends. Justin is your friend. He wouldn't worry so much about you if hewasn't. As for this spell... All spells can be broken." Kaze casts a ratherodd glance over at Eikigou, "Any.. thing can be broken. You have to believein that possibility. In this world, there are forces you wouldn't believe,that can do things you couldn't have imagined possible."

Makoto pulls his hand away rather quickly, as he turns to face Eikigou. "I heard that!" ...everyone thinsk im insane..well he is the one who offered this time..maybe its them... "Can.. you /repeat/ that once more? If not that and the offer.. and re-think.. your question."

Eikigou looks perplexed momentarily....then smirks...fingering the casing of the black piece of glass.... "I simply wish for you to fight alongside me, Makoto."

Razz lowered her head, and closed her eyes. "Justin... is... My schoolmaster... and I don't know why he bothers with me... He'd be much better off without me..." But this talk of any spell can be broken, it caught her attention. "Anything... can be broken... I..." And the elfling raised her head again, and opened her eyes. "You think so?"

Llorien releases her hand, and swivels her head around to glance at the other person here. Voice sounding sibilantly, she observes: "You have not named yourself, stranger. At least not to me -- or do you choose to remain unknown?"

Eikigou glanes at Llorien, regarding her with a serious look, "I am Eikigou Askacia, captain of the royal guard. I must say...I've never seen one of your kind among these worlds before."

Makoto pulls an equal sized fragment of white glass from his pocket. "And this... everything I fought for.." ...and lost... "You expect me to give it up, and run to your side as I did when I needed guidance?

Kaze nods his head, then pauses... thinking, then says, "Yes. I know for afact... Because that is what I am doing with my life now... Breaking a spell..." Kaze pauses, glancing down at his rightspell..." Kaze pauses, glancing down at his right 'arm' and frowns, "As for assuming others would be better off without you. Don't insult yourself like that. Everyone does things because they want to. Deep down they may try to convince themselves that they 'have' to. But in reality, one only does one what one wishes."

Razz turned her tear-streaked face towards Kaze. "I wish what you say is true," she murmured sadly.

Eikigou glances off to the side, towards some of the other grave markers... "So you understand fully what this means...but you still know nothing. Objects will not determine what happens to us."

Llorien rasps at Eikigou. "You say you have not seen one of my kind... but surely you have seen others similar to the two who birthed me. I am somewhat... surprised that I have not been greeted with the usual threats, and hostility..." Her glare is intense, and no wonder, for that comment has touched on a raw nerve or two.

Kaze pulls a small handkerchief from his pocket and wipes off Razz' face,"I know it's true. I'll make you a promise here and now, Razz. I'vededicated my life to breaking a spell on someone whom is important to me.But if I can find a way, or even think I can find a way, to help you withyour problem. I will try. But I can't help you if you give up here."

Makoto clutches the fragment into his hands. Following Eikigou's glance then retraces them back to his body. "If you can get this out of my hands right here, and righ now. I am at your side to serve." he echoes coldly ...awaken the sleeping giant and you will pay...

Eikigou closes his eyes as he tries to remember... "And who were they that brought you nto this world?"

Razz closed her eyes as Kaze wiped her face clean, oddly obedient to another, who doesn't happen to be Justin. "Okay," she murmured quietly, and slipped her hands off from the statue.

Llorien holds up her taloned hand, covered with pebbeled scales, gesturing towards her head. "Can it be? Can you not see what I am, what many revile, fear, or distrust? Wingless outcast..." She lapses into silent. Only two others like her, siblings, now gone into the dust. Only in one place is her image not spat upon in disgust, and ironically, where she failed...

Kaze slips his hand into Razz' hand and squeezes it gently, "For now, youhave time go grieve. You have some time to get better, to rest. I'll keepyou safe if I must."

Razz shook her head. "I don't know when he'll be coming..."

Kaze arcs an eyebrow at Razz, "Who is coming?"

Razz debated silently with herself whether or not that she should tell... But then, Kaze is her host... he should at least know who he's keeping under his roof... "An Ancient. He'll be coming after me..."

Kaze ponders this for a moment... "Do you know his name?"

You say: Crulath.

Kaze cannot help but begin to laugh, rather loudly at that, "Cr... cru..Crulath?"

Kaze laughs harder.

Razz is taken aback by Kaze's reaction, and she cringes back from him.

Kaze raises his hand and uses his thumb to twist the ring which sits on hispointer finger, "This, is a ring. A simple looking ring to some. Don't beafraid Razz. I laugh because... Well... I am a follower of Lord Raven...and the last I heard.. Well, He beat Crulath like a pravokan dancer."

Kaze snickers softly to himself, "This.. Castle I happen to inhabit... Isbetter fortified then one may think at first glance. Under it's roof isquite the assembly of individuals. Most of which will come when I beckon.We can fight off some dinky half-ancient if the time comes that we must."

Razz is known to trip all over figures of speech. "Pravokan dancer?"

Razz , of course, cannot SEE the ring.

Kaze clears his throat for a second, "Ah.. yes... It's a pirate phrase I'mafraid.. I spent a time in the docks, researching old sea relics. I'mafraid I may have picked up a few... Odder phrases. Dancers are well knownto get themselves... hurt. when dancing for pirates whom have been to seafor too long."

Razz continues to look bewildered.

Kaze scratches his cheek and shrugs, "It means Lord Raven beat up Crulathlike he was a 10 year old."

Razz finally got the gist of that. "Oh... Who's Lord Raven?"

Kaze rubs his chin and looks up at the sky, "Lord Raven.. Is an Ancient aswell. A much more powerful Ancient then Crulath. So far Lord Raven seems tohold no ill will towards anyone I have met... Though he seems to have hisown plans."

Razz remaines silent, not knowing what to say.

Kaze extends his hand to Razz, smiling at her though it's pointless, andsays, "Don't worry. We can keep you safe as long as you wish to stay safewith us. I will let you go when you wish, and you shall be my honored guesttil then. And no one interferes with my guests."

Razz looked uncertain, still, even after Teivin's reassurance... Crulath, after all, still remains to be a nightmare to her... "Aah.. I... Okay."

Kaze chuckles lightly, an amused look on his face, "Don't look so worried.You should enjoy yourself while you have the chance. Though, we should begetting back to the castle sometime soon. Perhaps you want to go someplaceelse first? Get a drink or something to eat? We have time, I assure you,and it is quite the nice day..."

Razz shook her head, suddenly confused again. "Where's Justin?" she asked.

Kaze says: He's at the castle, where he's always been. He's resting, hehasn't had a good nights rest since you entered the clinic, so I've beentold. We can go back to him if you'd like.

Razz suddenly looked thoughtful, at that, and a bit... guilty? "Aah... Does he know where I am?" She asked... but regreted her words for some reason.

Kaze rubs his chin and looks at the sky, "When he's awake, I asked themaids attending your room to tell him where we are. The city guards relayback where we are to the maids, so he'll always know basically where weare, unless I tell the guards to stop reporting."

Kaze shrugs slightly, "I thought you'd want him to know."

Razz lowered her head... biting on her bottom lip. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Kaze scratches his chin, still looking up, "Though, he is such a worrier.Isn't he? I'm sure he'd much prefer to hear that you were off being treatedby some wizards then out galavanting around."

Razz turned her face to Kaze, uncomprenhending. "What?"

Kaze spreads his hands out and shrugs, "Hmm, well, would Justin be happy toknow that you were out, walking around the city unprotected, visiting acemetary with someone whom you've just met? or would he prefer to know thatyou were at the castles clinic, being looked at by the clergy and wizards.I'm not saying to outright lie, we could go past there on our way back...But would you really want to worry him more then you have to?"Larger and thicker clouds begin to form.

Kaze look back down at Razz, "of course, it's your decision. I'm justpointing out that things can happen differently."

Razz frowned in concentration of thought... and shook her head again. "He wouldn't worry. And I don't want to lie to him... even if you say it's not really a lie... are there any... forests around here? Or anywhere... away from people and buildings?"

Kaze rubs his chin thoughtfully, "A Away from people? The beach nearby.. orthere is a forest which borders the town as well..."

Razz lowered her head again. "Wherever."

Kaze tilts his head to the side, a bit concerned, "Are you ok, Razz?"

Razz says: I'm fine.

Kaze takes Razz's hand in his own, "To the forest, then? Or do you wish togo elsewhere?"

Razz allowed her hand to be taken, but did not lift her face up. "Okay."

Kaze gives Razz' hand a gentle squeeze and leads her towards the cemetary gates.