Even if I had nothing but despair[open to all]
WHO: All who seek a moment of peace and anybody who feels like crashing and stirring up some trouble
WHAT: A funeral of sorts
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Day 258
Even if it was supposed to be the dead of winter (ah, but it was fall in Spain), the park was still beautiful. Ofelia left her journal open underneath the tree she had been sitting under to gather a bouquet of flowers together. She set the bouquet at the trunk of the tree, moving away to gather more flowers. The child's focus was extremely intent, ranging across the park until the area around the tree was ringed with flowers.
She had found a piece of board in the market place during her walk to the park that she had managed to break into a cross shape. Using her journal's pen and ink, she carefully etched "Recordamos" into the board. Ofelia carefully set the grave marker at the base of the tree, burying the bottom in the dirt a little so it would stand erect. Stepping back to survey her work, Ofelia felt a twinge of regret. It wasn't a proper funeral, not really, but it was the best she could do. She remembered it wasn't just the soul of her mother, but also of those who had died in this strange land that she also wanted to put to rest.
It was selfish, to do something like this because she had failed in her responsibilities as a daughter and as the Princess of the Underground, but...somehow...
Her journal open next to her, the little girl sat facing the makeshift memorial.
[ooc: please tag yourself. Silly mun finally got off her arse and made the log that this was obviously leading up to. lB]
WHAT: A funeral of sorts
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: Day 258
Even if it was supposed to be the dead of winter (ah, but it was fall in Spain), the park was still beautiful. Ofelia left her journal open underneath the tree she had been sitting under to gather a bouquet of flowers together. She set the bouquet at the trunk of the tree, moving away to gather more flowers. The child's focus was extremely intent, ranging across the park until the area around the tree was ringed with flowers.
She had found a piece of board in the market place during her walk to the park that she had managed to break into a cross shape. Using her journal's pen and ink, she carefully etched "Recordamos" into the board. Ofelia carefully set the grave marker at the base of the tree, burying the bottom in the dirt a little so it would stand erect. Stepping back to survey her work, Ofelia felt a twinge of regret. It wasn't a proper funeral, not really, but it was the best she could do. She remembered it wasn't just the soul of her mother, but also of those who had died in this strange land that she also wanted to put to rest.
It was selfish, to do something like this because she had failed in her responsibilities as a daughter and as the Princess of the Underground, but...somehow...
Her journal open next to her, the little girl sat facing the makeshift memorial.
[ooc: please tag yourself. Silly mun finally got off her arse and made the log that this was obviously leading up to. lB]