'Time is a weird thing. You blink, and several years have passed by while your eyes were closed. It slips through your fingers before you can try and catch it. Appreciate the time you have with your loved ones, and let them know just how much you care for them while you still have those moments with them.'
Aoibhin let out a sigh as she rose to her haunches. Below her was her beloved mother, who had become part of the earth twenty years ago. Leaning down, she kissed the top of the headstone and moved over to her violin, pulling the delicate instrument out of its casing. Sitting in front of the grave, she placed the violin under her chest, and drew the bow across the strings, starting to warm up. The music echoed through the open fields, and it seemed to have an otherworldly sound to it.
Once she had warmed up, she patted the mound of dirt beneath her and took a deep breath. "This is fer you, mama." With that, she began to play a haunting tune. It was soft, but as she continued, the tone became somber. The tears rolled down her face as the Claith played, knowing that somewhere, her mother was listening.
She ended her song after a few moments, and lowered the violin. Her eyes were welling with tears, refusing to flow down her skin. She put the instrument back in its case, and started to furiously wipe her eyes. Sitting back down, Aoibhin buried her face into her knees, the tears just freely falling. Suddenly, a warm hand touched her shoulder, comforting her. She looked up to see Edward standing behind her, smiling warmly. No words were spoken, and the way the scene was playing out, words wouldn't help the grieving woman. She felt him sit down next to her, and they would grieve silently together.
Hours passed, and eventually his hand would squeeze her shoulder. "We need ta' go, Eve. If we stay here too long, we'll be in th' ground too." Eve nodded in acknowledgment, and went to stand up. Edward beat her to it, and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. He placed an arm around her shoulders, and together they walked away from the last woman that had ever truly loved the stubborn Claith.
"We'll be back ma. Don' forge' about me."
@Yigit
