Reflections Nov 27, 2021 20:02:25 GMT -6
Post by Swell on Nov 27, 2021 20:02:25 GMT -6
Calsten had become familiar to him over what little time he’d spent in the labs. There were plenty of jobs to be completed for landowners in the neighborhood ranging from weeding and gardening to less mundane tasks like watering plots of land using conjured rainstorms during the dry season. He grinned to himself, he never thought that he’d be able to use magic for much else other than survival, but in a land of plenty even the arcane seemed mundane at times compared to the miracles that the titular labs made possible for even the most common of their citizens.
His feet traced a familiar path through the community unbidden. Down the street, past the estates and larger homes of the area, and a quick turn down the wooded path to Aveugle Dormir. Originally he’d found the path on accident, an incorrect turn in unfamiliar surroundings, but since learning of the true nature of the mortuary and its grounds he’d found himself compelled to return. He did not relish walking amongst the dead, but he craved the serenity of the grounds even if the burial practices of the land dwellers perplexed him. He’d originally thought little of the grounds assuming they were just some form of decorated garden, when he’d learned that it was actually a resting place for the departed he hadn’t returned for some weeks.
His people didn’t bury their dead in the earth, they didn’t bury them at all.
Just as he was about to make his way into the graveyard proper for his habitual stroll he witnessed a woman dressed from head to toe in what he’d come to know as mourning garb. He felt a pang in his chest, while he didn’t necessarily understand all the customs of those that inhabited the lab he knew that grief in general was a private manner that didn’t warrant the intrusion of outsiders, especially those merely walking the grounds to enjoy the serenity they provided.
Rather than potentially disturb her the large man made a smart right turn walking past the main entrance to the mortuary, perhaps today his walk merely be a circumvention of the grounds in their entirety.