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Neecey watched Keiran leave the room. He must feel horrible. The young elf could barely imagine what it would be like to bury her fellow elves. Leaving their bodies to rot, never truly knowing peace. In her tribe, there was a custom for those who had passed. They were to be honored. Draped in their finest silks and linens, laid upon a silken mat lined with the beautiful flowers that grew in the area.

One by one, the elves would pay their respect. Every elf played a vital role in the tribe. Whether it were leading the great Delocians, or simply looking after the children, every elf had a purpose and each one would be honored in passing. Every elf, whether a mere infant, or a wise elder, would say their final farewell. Then, the entire tribe would speak as one, the prayer of their kind. A beautiful ancient verse, in a language that was once used to speak to the Mother, that would send the elf's off to the next life. To be free with their Mother.

Remembering her customs, Neecey could feel more tears sting her eyes. She missed her family, even the way her father would pinch her shoulder when she was doing something wrong. She instinctively rubbed the spot with her hand, remembering how badly it used to hurt from the many pinches. She would give anything to feel his rough fingers dig into her flesh.

She didn't even know if her father was still alive. He was older than most elves when Neecey was brought into his life. She had been gone for so long, something could have happened to him. She shuddered at the thought of coming home and finding that her father's Sending had already occurred.

Wiping away her tears and pushing off the bed, Neecey ignored the offer of food. She had taken enough from this man, plus she just wanted to get home. She had her energy back and she had eaten more in the few hours she was here than she had in the past eight years. She found her way downstairs and outside. She found Keiran standing beside a large mass of overturned dirt.

Was this where he had buried his family?

Neecey stepped past the human and up to the disturbed ground. She kneeled down and placed her hand atop the dirt pile. She could feel the Mother's life coursing through the dirt, already moving to send the humans buried beneath.

"Dari nu na'vi mir cal baliv vithirs. Ti'kir donis baliv. Moris baliv hon ri mithica, liliming Ronima."
Take these souls and set them free. Watch over them. Protect them for all eternity, divine Mother.