Re: Part 2 - The farmhouse
Grateful for Aarnr's change of heart, Eilieen assists with the bodies. She cries silent tears as the Nameless Monk performs her ceremony. She stumbles through her own prayers, sobs choking her throat. She pauses to wipe tear-blinded eyes as she moves from body to body.
But she never slows, never stops.
The revelation of the family's possessions bring more tears, as does the discovery of the animals. They must find the village, Eilieen considers. Find it, and send people to care for the poor beasts, to bring them into their own farms. In the meantime, she will see about getting the cows into the barn, to protect them from the elements and from predators.
The dress, she gently places like a banner across the husband and wife, uniting their hands beneath it, their children at their sides.
"Not beasts," she replies to Aarnr. "There was..." Eilieen swallows hard, waving a hand toward the terribly small bodies of the children. "Dagger wound. In each. Poisoned, that much was easy to see." Horribly, horribly easy, the edges of the wound stained with the toxin, the nearby flesh black with putrifaction and corruption already. She bites her lip, and the taste of iron floods her mouth. "No love given to them as they died," the priestess murmurs. "We can do so now."
Another nod to Aarnr follows, and Eilieen steps forward to lay her hand upon the brow of each body in turn. She stares into their faces as she does, brushing back their hair with sorrowful love in her heart. "I know not to whom you send your prayers," she murmurs. "But Zadastha awaits your coming, her arms held wide."
Her voice rises - not to a shout, but clear as a bell. "In her embrace you will find the love stolen from you in this world. You will bask in the adoration of family, parents and children together again, now and forever. You will return to the bliss of passion as lovers reunite, two becoming one for eternity. You will shine on in the pure care of the goddess herself, cherished and protected from pain, bitterness, and loss."
Her voice cracks as her puffy eyes well up once again. But she holds her place. "For love is...love is 'home'." Her arms rise, and she stares blindly into the setting sun. "Now go. Fly home! Home to family, home to mate, home to love! Let this shadow fall from you, leaving you bright in the heavens."
Her gaze lifts to the darkening sky.
"Like the stars."
Tears leave trails down her pale, smooth skin, but Eilieen's face is peaceful as she turns back to the others, her mouth curled in a soft smile. In silence, she returns to her place in the group, knowing the prayers will continue; dark prayers, no doubt, for retribution.
Such prayers are for the living more than the dead, to give voice and answer to pain. They are as needed, she suspects, as her own.
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