05-09-2020, 12:38 AM
Loss was not a feeling unfamiliar to Alaric. In fact, with the loss of his dad, he'd been acquainted with death's macabre, everlasting grip at the ripe old age of three months. Back then, he could not understand why it was his own dad that had been chosen to die by whatever mystical forces were above, and even as an adult he truly did not understand—he knew now, though, that he'd do anything and everything in his power to keep that from happening again.
Feza had not been a close friend of his. He had only laid eyes upon the Guardsman a handful of times, and each time she had not made a meaningful impression on him. He knew that she was outwardly a festive and bright individual—a trait conveyed not only by her flamboyant personality but also her flashy pelt—but inside, the girl must have been in a state of perpetual torment to have decided to put herself to sleep for forever and a day. He was not personally saddened by her death, but he knew that several Tanglers were, such as Selby and most of all Aurum.
Regardless of his basically nonexistent relationship with Feza, he assumed it was probably best if he showed up to a memorial party that he had happened to hear about through the grapevine. He doubted that he'd be interested at all in the proceedings, but going to the party would be the polite, socially acceptable thing to do. Not that he really cared that much about chivalry or social acceptability.
The tabby pushed his way through the tavern door, issuing a quick glance at his surroundings as he did so. For a memorial party, it was a bit more lively than he had expected it to be. It seemed that he was fashionably late though. Oh well. No matter.
Uninterested in any of the refreshments that Aurum had concocted, he padded up beside the lion, making his best attempt to put on a concerned look. "I'm sorry for your loss," he stated, consciously avoiding the lion's gaze as he knew his facade probably was not the best. "I'm sure she would have loved this."
Feza had not been a close friend of his. He had only laid eyes upon the Guardsman a handful of times, and each time she had not made a meaningful impression on him. He knew that she was outwardly a festive and bright individual—a trait conveyed not only by her flamboyant personality but also her flashy pelt—but inside, the girl must have been in a state of perpetual torment to have decided to put herself to sleep for forever and a day. He was not personally saddened by her death, but he knew that several Tanglers were, such as Selby and most of all Aurum.
Regardless of his basically nonexistent relationship with Feza, he assumed it was probably best if he showed up to a memorial party that he had happened to hear about through the grapevine. He doubted that he'd be interested at all in the proceedings, but going to the party would be the polite, socially acceptable thing to do. Not that he really cared that much about chivalry or social acceptability.
The tabby pushed his way through the tavern door, issuing a quick glance at his surroundings as he did so. For a memorial party, it was a bit more lively than he had expected it to be. It seemed that he was fashionably late though. Oh well. No matter.
Uninterested in any of the refreshments that Aurum had concocted, he padded up beside the lion, making his best attempt to put on a concerned look. "I'm sorry for your loss," he stated, consciously avoiding the lion's gaze as he knew his facade probably was not the best. "I'm sure she would have loved this."
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