IN THE EYES OF TOMORROW // Arvid Funeral

[angelembrace]

"Such a sorry fate." Angel murmured to himself, still in a bit of shock over the whole ordeal. He hadn't actually expected Sojourn to murder one of her own, much less a wanderer she seemed proud of and interested to see grow, but then again, she had been pacing back and forth like a wild and sick dog. It was foolish to try to talk reason with her, and as smart as Arvid had been, he lacked the understanding of emotional outbursts to know to stand back, or so he supposed. He was just trying to justify in the end why he shouldn't have tried to do what he did, and make an alternative ending where he was still alive had he done anything different. Maybe there was none.

He, like Aphra, had gathered what poisonous flowers he could find, heavy emphasis on the ones the direwolf had previously used to make poisons with, overwhelmingly bitter at the one fact that he could not find the one flower Arvid confessed to be his favorite. In a land where snow and ice touched ground, a tropical flower would be impossible to find, unless you could grow one. Maybe he could correct the mistake at a later time.

your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan