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Braeden lay on the soft grass, the sweet smell sticking to his clothing.
The sheep nuzzled him, their rough tounges licking his face, as he watched the clouds drift away.
The stars shone like pearls on a dark velvet cloak, as Gidean rolled around in the mud somewhere.
Braeden couldnt hear him. All he saw was the stars, and all he saw was her face reflected in them.
"Hello.", he said, "I missed you."
A slight flash. Braeden smiled.
"We just spread your ashes today. We put it in a place you'd like. Its dark and cold."
He sighed, "I'll try to continue your legacy. I'm trying to think 'What would Serafina do?'- buts is hard. I'm not going to try and take over your position of leader. I'm not a catamount. Waysa cant either, he's in the north sea exploring the deep. I worry about him."