Lion Head Mesa rises the moon

She was tired.

She was worn by her grief, she did not bounce back as she once did. Her dreams woven with Maegi, with Blackfeather Woods.

She blamed herself, more than anything else.

Maybe that was selfish in the wake of things. Maybe she have turned her grief towards otherwise, outside forces. Yet she had carried Morta as more than just a title.

It had been her lifeblood.

Now Maegi was gone.

Jakoul looked twice her age. Limp pronounced, sides sunken into bones, soft greys tickled her face.

Stones had been produced in a tall way. Near a place of the territory closest to the woods. As close as could be while still in Akashingo. Jakoul had placed a sole raven upon it. On that raven was a red flower.

Word of it would certainly make way to @Ramesses, to @Gucci.

She did not busy herself with faces much anymore. She had no care of what others would think of her either. No one here held her soul in the way Maegi had.

No one here could.

She laid before the memorial stone now. Akin to an old dog on a porch.