Day 015.2: Burial
“You should say words” Eeno said as they stood over the freshly covered grave.
There was a low grunt from Athvor. It was obvious that he didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to remember his friend. Eeno didn’t push the subject any further.
Athvor stood up on all fours and took in a deep breath. Eeno stepped back a bit. He knew that there was going to be some great gesture and he didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire. Athvor breathed a extra hot flame against the clay packed soil. Within moments the ground melted and melded together glowing red. He pointed with one claw and wrote several words into the molten clay.
After writing a few heart felt words, he wiped his claw against the scales on his hip, knocking off the cooling stone from his talon. The scales around his claw was singed and would probably hurt for several days, but that was a small price to pay to memorialize his friend.
The glow of the hot clay subsided slowly. There were several cracks that shot across the newly formed stone because it didn’t cool evenly, but the words were still clearly visible. Eeno read what his new partner wrote about the great warrior. This is what it said:
Strong Warrior – Great Friend
Dies Protecting His Country
Athvor by
Robert T Gasperson is licensed under a
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