Again

[jarndyceheir]

Richard does not keep any of his appointments today. In fact, no one at all has seen him, upon inquiry, since early yesterday evening

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[false_kyllikki]

Kyllikki has grown to love flowers, since she learned to love a flower; she loves the early-autumn scent of the yellow primroses and the curves of the morning-glory vines over the archways. She is walking through the gardens, then, when she sees a familiar face reposed as though in sleep.

She does not know that he is dead until she kneels at his side, and then her hands go to her mouth, and she shakes and weeps for the man she so briefly knew.

[smithofwainola]

Ilmarinen doesn't frequent the flowerbeds, but it's the season for grapes in another part of the garden, and so he might be near enough to hear Kyllikki crying.

[false_kyllikki]

Kyllikki is trying to remember a death-song, a song to see his spirit safe to Manala, but she has never sung at death before, and she keeps stumbling over the words; she cannot recall the tune, and it makes her cry the more that she cannot help her friend's soul cease wandering.

[smithofwainola]

But Ilmarinen has sung at death; he joins her in their language, voice thick with the accent of Wainola, until they have finished the song. He stands quietly with his hands in his apron pockets for a moment, before asking at last, "Was this man your lover, lady? Were you once his wife and helpmeet?"

[hunt_theheart]

*Curio is picking a bouquet for Rosalind, because he hasn't seen her as often as he would like of late--as he leans down to pick a sprig of larkspur, he realizes that he is staring into Richard's (obviously dead, again) face, and he leaps back, flowers falling from his fingers* O, Heaven! Thou art slain again, my friend--!

[dearcousin]

Since Ada does not love him as she once did, thanks to the multitude of enchantments on Richard, she will not react as violently as she once might have. But seeing him, her hands will fly to her mouth with an, "O-oh!" And seeing Curio, she will ask, voice and hands shaking, "Oh, sir, how--?"

[hunt_theheart]

I know not, lady--O, to see him there, bestrewn as though he lay atop a bier-- *trying desperately to get a hold of himself* Some other found him dead, I wist, and brought him to this resting-place; an we found him, we might know more of how he came to ... die ... *although he has seen Richard dead before, he knows the man now; his face is grey, his eyes wide, and his hands are shaking--*

[dearcousin]

At the word die, a little gasp which turns, somehow, to a little sob. "Oh, sir--" She is no good at comforting other people, except Richard, and not even that, lately. But she steps closer anyway, and takes one of Curio's hands tentatively in both of hers, her eyes still fixed on Richard. For it is a lady's duty to be a comfort, and even if said lady is much better at being comforted, she has to try.

[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle makes a soft sorrowful sound. "Ah, sir," she murmurs, and kneels beside him.

IGNORE THAT MISPOST. XD

[notallworthy]

Tom has presumably been told where he is by Ada and now he sits somewhere nearby, sobbing unashamedly.

[inglewoodblues]

She glances up at him. "Thou art the man?"

[notallworthy]

He looks up and wipes his face with his sleeve. "Pardon?"