Marian of Knighton

November 2018


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Who: Marian
Where: The cemetery
What: Mourning
When: Tuesday Morning.
Rating: Low
Open: Yes
Status: On going

Marian wasn't sure where to go. Or who to go to. She felt alone, almost absolutely so. She found herself in the the church yard. She stared up at the crumbled steeple. She had hoped, some how, that some repair had been done, but if any had it had been undone by weather and other elements. Her heart sank even lower than it had been previously.

She'd gone to Robin's apartment first in hopes that he would be there, only to find him gone. It was far better than finding a body. She'd gone to the extent of checking her phone to be sure, and spent the rest of daylight hours packing up his things. And reclaiming his bow and sword.

Now, she her footsteps brought her to the cemetery. She found his place, where he'd been put when he'd died the first time. As she had for sometime after his death. "Part of me had hoped..." Marian stopped herself. Trailing her fingers over the granite marker. "You knew all the proper things to say, when I needed to hear them. I could use your words again, and you aren't here." Her hand drifted over her now empty womb. "My heart aches more than it has ever before. And I don't know what to do." She whispered softly.