Tilling

They had buried her, the two of them, in the garden her friends had made for her earlier. The seeds hadn't had time to sprout yet and that was good, because some of them were disturbed during the process. Tsiife's careful hands helped replace them and Lyall's concern double-checked to be sure that they were taken care of.

In the end they had done exactly what Lyall had wished they could. Loo had a resting place. She could be nestled away on the shelf, cozy with her garden and watching the sea if she so chose to be. Lyall didn't know enough about who she was to be able to give her a more meaningful spot so he chose one important to him, the place where they had met.

Tsiife took a moment to speak. Lyall held back tears until Tsiife couldn't contain hers, and they shared a moment in each others arms mourning a loved one. Tsiife proposed they leave a ptroper headstone for her. Lyall wasn't sure. He didn't know enough about Loo to mark birth. For him, the tiny garden would be enough.

It had been such a long few days for him. His face was gaunt, his eyes tired and red and sore from all the tears. He'd made a promise to Kohra, at any rate, and he intended to keep it. He had meant what he said, though, when he wanted to honor Loo before doing anything resembing moving on. Lyall's head was mostly clouded lately, and he wanted to tread carefully.

Every time he thought about her in a wedding dress he broke down again.