Post by sieshuku on Aug 7, 2008 0:13:46 GMT -5
The day was early, most were just getting up or just going to bed. Her own family was already up and fed. For the elves only slept for short periods of time. The adults slept for four hours and the children, well Estrella slept for six hours and the triplets Cavah and Stellan slept for 6 since they were babies. The older they grew though the shorter periods they slept. Cavah, Stellan and Estrella had been fed and washed and now were playing with their father and uncle. Their mother, had decided to go out early this day. There was no medical emergency or call of summons. It was just a walk at twilight, the small period of dawn in the morning when the surface of the earth was neither completely lit nor completely dark. An awkward period in the realms for there was enough sunlight to keep away the vampires and those whose life style was deadly in sunlight, yet dark enough to keep races like humans sleeping. The healers steps brought her towards the memorial of the dead. A brief shake of her head was given at the sight. Another one’s name had been added.
“'Quelamrun Sieki…Cormamin lindua ele lle” ((For those elvish impared “Good Morniing Sieki…my heart sings to see thee)) The words slipped from her lips in the musical language of the elves. Shuku sat down infront of the memorial and set the basket she had brought with her down beside her.
“Mani nae lle umien?” (( What are you doing?)) She shook her head knowing the answer to that question. He was the last of the triplets so he’d be doing what Cavah and Stellan were doing, causing mischief and adding to the insaneness to the house hold. Reaching up, her fingers brushed across the engraved name. She wondered how he’d look now. Of course like Cavah and Stellan but even with those two there were subtle differences. Stellan’s eyelashes were longer than Cavahs but Cavah’s eyes held more intellegance to them. Stellan’s lips were always shinny, perhaps from all the slobber. Cavah’s cheek bones were just slightly higher and her cheeks more chubby. Those were only things that a mother would be able to recognize. Well perhaps the father too but knowing Silk, probably not.
“Maelal eil Talan cali eilaedia car shaejar sor tysol. Si’si eilaedia tardol ol saes eidaelesaer orodi. ((Stellan and Cavah have already had breakfast this morning. They’re already crawling on their adventures outside.)) ” She laid the flowers in the basket out one by one. “Ai tadi saes baern shyror sydae…rai sydae Ai’r taji o ei baern shaer” (( I made them new booties today…so today I’ll make you a new wreath))
With that she started to take one of each flower and weave them together. First in the weave was a bit of Rue for regret. Then Rosemary for Rememberance. A bit fo white poppy for multiple reasons, For Silence or innocence, virtue, purity, secrecy, reverence and humility, Marigolds for pain and grief, Honeysuckle for the bonds of love between a mother and son, Red Carnations to let her son know that her heart ached for him. Inbetween each bit of flowers was an oak leaf of two for strength. For shuku drew strength from the calmness and security in finally having over come that it was not her fault the boy had died. Once the wreath was done it was placed against the memorial. Gathering what was left of her supplies and rose.
“Amin Mella Lle, Amealamin” (I love you my beloved)
With that said, she walked home knowing that it was time to play with the babes that survived.
“'Quelamrun Sieki…Cormamin lindua ele lle” ((For those elvish impared “Good Morniing Sieki…my heart sings to see thee)) The words slipped from her lips in the musical language of the elves. Shuku sat down infront of the memorial and set the basket she had brought with her down beside her.
“Mani nae lle umien?” (( What are you doing?)) She shook her head knowing the answer to that question. He was the last of the triplets so he’d be doing what Cavah and Stellan were doing, causing mischief and adding to the insaneness to the house hold. Reaching up, her fingers brushed across the engraved name. She wondered how he’d look now. Of course like Cavah and Stellan but even with those two there were subtle differences. Stellan’s eyelashes were longer than Cavahs but Cavah’s eyes held more intellegance to them. Stellan’s lips were always shinny, perhaps from all the slobber. Cavah’s cheek bones were just slightly higher and her cheeks more chubby. Those were only things that a mother would be able to recognize. Well perhaps the father too but knowing Silk, probably not.
“Maelal eil Talan cali eilaedia car shaejar sor tysol. Si’si eilaedia tardol ol saes eidaelesaer orodi. ((Stellan and Cavah have already had breakfast this morning. They’re already crawling on their adventures outside.)) ” She laid the flowers in the basket out one by one. “Ai tadi saes baern shyror sydae…rai sydae Ai’r taji o ei baern shaer” (( I made them new booties today…so today I’ll make you a new wreath))
With that she started to take one of each flower and weave them together. First in the weave was a bit of Rue for regret. Then Rosemary for Rememberance. A bit fo white poppy for multiple reasons, For Silence or innocence, virtue, purity, secrecy, reverence and humility, Marigolds for pain and grief, Honeysuckle for the bonds of love between a mother and son, Red Carnations to let her son know that her heart ached for him. Inbetween each bit of flowers was an oak leaf of two for strength. For shuku drew strength from the calmness and security in finally having over come that it was not her fault the boy had died. Once the wreath was done it was placed against the memorial. Gathering what was left of her supplies and rose.
“Amin Mella Lle, Amealamin” (I love you my beloved)
With that said, she walked home knowing that it was time to play with the babes that survived.