[Avelis]

From the edge of the forest the young fae touched elf watches the procession to the field.

His eyes a bit glazed over as the pyre is lit; he gives his head a shake after a few seconds, snapping back into the moment.
His mind is filled with questions as he watched from the long distance.

"I don't understand.

They keep the husk in their place of sleeping for people to peer at, long after everything that made the body a person has left....only to burn it to ashes.

Why do they love the fire so much?"

He asked to himself, watching this strange funeral custom which was nothing but alien to him.

He watched, standing amongst the trees until nothing but ash remained and the people began to disperse.

[Neccero Wildstor...]

(after neccero had helped place the body on the pyre he steps back and kneels next to the body. he reaches into his pouch and pulls a folded piece of paper out and places it in Gaius's hand. he steps back and says)

may the sept accept your sacrifice brother for protecting our family when i could not.

(turning from the body he makes his way into the forest. a short while later those gathered can faintly hear singing but can't quite make out all the words what few you can hear it sounds like elvish)