Dialogue Color | #996633 | Thought Color | #bf80ff
Face Claim | Hannah Snowdon
After the hours of digging in the sun, Carrie was sure her shoulders would be red and sunburned and her palms stung with possible blisters from digging with the tray. At some point he had commented on her ideas, but it had been so long after the fact that she simply smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything else. Also, she discovered, his name was Chris.
She could tell by the set of Chris's shoulders that the hole was finished and it was time to bury Ally. She thought to offer her help in moving her, but he seemed to be doing alright and he probably figured it was his burden to bare. She took a step back, allowing him all the space he needed to set her inside and say a few words. When he finished, she stepped forwards and said, "I wasn't given the opportunity to meet you, but I'm sure I would've liked you." She glanced at Chris before looking back down at Ally. "I saw the two of you dancing last night and thought you looked very happy. You looked lovely in your dress. Farewell and Fairwinds." She took a step back and allowed Chris another moment. He reached into the hole and plucked a necklace from around Ally's neck. Then he turned and handed it to her.
She stared down at the beautiful locket like ball in her hand and then up at Chris, back at the necklace, up at Chris, back at the necklace, and then back at Chris. "I can't accept this. Don't you want to keep it? Something to hold on to?" Her voice was quiet and confused. At first, he didn't seem to hear her. He was busy finding heavy things to keep Ally's grave protected. Without another option, she attached the chain together around her neck and went to work helping him out.