Hardoleth...
“The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
My mouth cannot betray
The anguish that I know.
Yes, I'll keep my tears til later:
But my grief will never go.”
Neyaa places a single red rose upon the chest her former lover, Hardoleth as she relay's her final words to him at his funeral. Cradled in her arms is their son Branston, blissfully unaware of the loss felt to all that day.
Deredan looked on...and somewhere watching from a distance was Taala, another of Hardoleth bastard daughter's whom Neyaa has given a home and her love to.
