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[!] Alda would return to the site of the final battle with Foli after several septs of recovery and relaxation. He'd gaze hardly at whatever remained of the final pillar,
the World Spire. He looked at the landscape from the small hill that over looked what once was a raging battlefield yet now was peaceful should such a thing exist.
Alda had brought with him a small bouquet of flowers, all of different colours and varieties.

Kneeling gently to the ground he'd draw the first flower from the bundle and go to lay it on the ground.


"The Orange Tulip, for the brave Luk'Mali fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

He'd continue to lay the flowers, one by one in a neat row. Saving one for last.

"The Green Daylily, for the caring Spirit Isle fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

"The Red Poppy, for the honourable Reikland fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

"The White Orchid, for the unwavering Folset fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

"The Bluebell, for the mighty Vinnagard fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

"The Black Dahlia, for the cunning Verseivan fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

"The Golden Tulip, for the driven Florentian fallen. May your sacrifice never be forgotten."

Alda would look softly at the final flower yet to be laid. With a heavy heart and a conflicted mind on the matter he would lay down.

"The Purple Pansy for you, I suspect you are still entwined with this world and I lay this flower in hopes your exile brings you peace before your assumed re-emergence."

He would say no more, going to rise and gently depart from the small shrine to the fallen. [!]
 
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