Hushed Willows Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Sunny held it together beautifully; she had a lot of respect for that. She nodded at his decision of burial, face growing pensive as she tried to think of the best place. Olive arrived, and she gave the pale woman a soft look, listening quietly as the Shakti spoke. Finally, silence had fallen upon them once more, and Lily cleared her throat before speaking.

We don't. . .have to decide right this instant, she said, a little awkwardly. It's, erm, cold, anyway. The ground will be too hard for burial. But perhaps. . . Her firelight eyes drifted, scanning through the trees. Perhaps the field of roses, she murmured, her mind's eye there. It is very beautiful.

Lily dipped her muzzle to touch the crown of Faye's head, giving her a brief but affectionate kiss there before looking up and waiting for Sunny's response. Where do you think she would have liked to have been buried? she asked Morningside's former leader, head tilted slightly.