merry merry christmas, and I want you to know

[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU
What: KISSLETOES
When: December 14th - January 1st
Where: Everywhere
Warnings: Sloppy makeouts.

SUDDENLY, AND WITHOUT WARNING...



The entire school has become covered in mistletoe overnight. It grows out of the walls! The ceilings! Everywhere you least expect it? HOW CAN THIS BE??

It's probably best not to think about it. Attempts to uproot the plants or burn them away only makes the plants grow back faster. For the time being, it seems the school must live with it.

[OOC INSTRUCTIONS:
+ Post dudes, get kisses!
+ Some (NOT ALL) plants are cursed. If you manage to step under a cursed plant, you will exchange a memory when or if you exchange a kiss. The memories will be first-person and very vivid, and characters will feel like they are experiencing the memory in real time, though in reality the transfer is instantaneous. Memories can be as short, long, happy, sad, or traumatic as you like.
+ If you'd like to participate, we highly suggest making a list of a few memories (with accompanying links/descriptions) that are up for grabs, and linking or posting the list in your top-level comment. Memory exchange is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. When in doubt, OOC communication!
+ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG YOUR CHARACTERS
+ That's it, we love you.]

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[mohawk_tomahawk]

Those were bad thoughts to even go into, Eirika. To think Connor would have even thought of using a blade on an innocent. If Eirika ever kept to that thought and expressed that vocally, Connor would actually be outright furious and claim Eirika didn't know him at all after all this time.

He still didn't turn to her yet, as he removed another branch.

"I do not wish to be trapped under then like the last calender year," Connor said softly. He remembered exactly what happened last year, he was trapped under one with Haytham.

[heartofarapier]

"It is as if everyone else has horrid experiences with them, and I am somehow left out of that."

She shook her head as she watched him and waited patiently. Weaving her hands together, she did have to give some reconsideration to it all. The previous year she couldn't recall anything absolutely horrible. But then, the year prior, there was the Kyogre incident and she wasn't ever going to forget that. She very well couldn't even if she had wanted to, and she'd decided that she didn't want to. It was a learning lesson, if anything.

And to be fair, Kyogre had freed her. She had to wonder what the water god was up to in his time away from the academy.

"Is it permissible for me then, to keep you company? In the event that you should be caught while in the process of cutting down said potential tricksters? If not, that is fine, as well."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Maybe that was something else he got thinking, and perhaps that was why he seemed a little more distant today. Connor admittedly, when he heard Eirika behind him, he thought of Eirika kissing Kyogre. When he thought of kissing under plants, he thought of being stuck under one with Haytham the last year and Eirika kissing Kyogre.

It is as if everyone else has horrid experiences with them, and I am somehow left out of that, Connor replayed in his mind. So your experiences have had you satisfied then, I take it.

He had to stop, he had to quit while he was ahead, he thought. Else, it would just make it worse. Nothing was going to change what happened, he might as well deal with it.

He told himself that every time the Kyogre subject came up, and he still had difficulty with it. He can't fully blame Eirika for that though. With a small hesitation, Connor finally turned to look at her.

"If that is something you wish to do," Connor said, somewhat awkwardly. "I do not mind. I only hope the plants to not trick any of us this year, but I cannot predict what this place does."

[heartofarapier]

If there was one thing she didn't like, and she knew Connor could respect it, it was the concept of not being able to move forward. She couldn't stay in the past and neither could he. If either of them did, they wouldn't be able to face what held them steadfast to future days and futures with one another.

"...Are you not tired of being upset with me yet?" she asked him, surprisingly direct. "Not that I'm telling you that you don't have a right to be, as much as I have a right to be with you. But you understand that the longer we squabble and the longer we dance around like this, the more time we take up. Now time is valuable."

Eirika slipped her hands behind her back with some thought, "If not to you, then it is to me."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

He couldn't lie to her, he couldn't say he wasn't upset with her. He didn't have to even say anything, she knew right away once again. There would those who would find Connor too complicated but she knew all of his things now. All of his things.

She was right, and she was right to feel that sort of scare. Connor was willing to never give it up, as what he always said he wanted. He loved the times they had too much, and he loved her too much to just let it pass.

But it was a problem, as he was sure he posed one to her. He just couldn't quite get the image of Eirika remembering the kiss he shared with someone else; that was apparently so good that she held onto it for so long.

He was acting how he usually does, which doesn't always work well for Eirika. When Connor wasn't willing to open up how he felt and chose to stay mostly silent and hidden, much like the lifestyle he had to bear. This wasn't the time to do that now though, wasn't it, he thought.

He moved a little closer to her, sadness showing in his eyes. "No...you are right. I just-" Connor nearly used an excuse, but he shook it away with his own shaking of his head. "-I admit. It is difficult."

He had the urge to take his hands and find hers to lace them together, so that is what he did. Ever so gently, like feathers were wrapping around her palms instead of his own large hands, he took them from behind her back and he never left his gaze to her.

It wasn't like he stopped loving her, not at all.

"Our time, any and all of it, does matter to me but I do not know what I could do, for you. For the both of us. If it helps the healing, I want to know what there is to be done."

[heartofarapier]

He reached for her hands and for some moments, she was tempted to tense. But since when had Connor ever lifted a hand against her? If anything, he almost never reached to touch her. Sometimes, yes, But it was so infrequent that Eirika hadn't really known what to expect. And it was better that he meant to take her hands than to touch her face, for she still grew rigid when anyone other than Ephraim dared to do such a thing.

After some moments of thought and consideration, she wove her fingers between his, thinking there was so much more significance when they did so in the present day. Before, it had merely seemed beautiful, but it symbolised so much between them. Especially the way she never quite missed his ring or the way it rubbed up against her own fingers.

"I just want to keep going, Ratonhnhakè:ton," she replied to him softly. "I don't want to get so locked into the past that I cannot move forward. The past makes us the people we are today, but it isn't all encompassing. You are not solely defined by your past and neither am I. We live and we learn, through hard times and simple times alike. We learn to trust in one another and we learn how to trust in one another. If we cannot do this, then we cannot build anything. Distrust does not create a stable foundation..."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

It wasn't something he did often, true. Touching another, or rather, reaching for someone. This situation just called for it, and he wanted to make a statement.

Had I been foolish? Had I hurt you again?

Maybe it was safe to assume that if this happened early on in the relationship, it wouldn't feel nearly as painful. But it was after all that had happened, all of the discovery and new experiences, that made a lot go into context. Not that he wouldn't have taken seriously, maybe not...AS seriously? It was hard to place, but they had suffered through rough patches before. If he really loved her, and her the same, they should work it out, right?

He took in what she said, and looked at her hands for a moment, before darting to look at her face once more.

Was this an acceptance on his part? He looked onto her in almost expectation of an answer to a question he didn't even ask. Maybe he didn't even have to ask.

"...So," he started, not resisting the urge to move hair from her face, to see it better. "How can we start to resolve this?"

[heartofarapier]

She was quiet and patient, thoughtful and found herself in a position she'd been in several times before. She really didn't know how 'modern' day courting worked. She had said it once to Connor and it was many suns and moons before. That a princess was normally courted by several suitors until the right one was chosen for marriage. In that respect, while she found Kyogre's brazen behaviour slightly inappropriate, she couldn't say she didn't view it with obligated tainted eyes. But trying to explain that would have been difficult and she imagined it would not improve things any.

So she refrained.

He reached for her face, moved her hair, and she felt simultaneously both a child and a woman. It had only been... a year. A year and a half? Which was really not a short amount of time. Courtships in Renais seemed to move quicker, she thought. Heirs and marriages were always hastened by necessity. It was odd to live such a luxurious life. Or to have the opportunity to.

"I... am not certain," she confessed, admittedly bashful over not having the answers to everything. "What is it that you need from me? Reassurance? Promises? Answers? If I have it to give and if I am able to, then I will. You only need to tell me or to ask."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Maybe Connor made it too difficult for her, and in more times than this. Maybe he shouldn't always look for answers when the situation got rough. He just wanted to know how she felt, if she was angry or happy; anything really. Like if she didn't, Connor wouldn't know if he was doing what was right to her.

Often, Connor didn't feel that insecure about their courtship.

But, again, these things were designed to not be easy and have all the answers for the open on the table.

Because Connor didn't know how to say what he wanted, in that broad sense. In a way, he felt like he wanted all of what she proposed. He couldn't be that greedy, because these things were meant to take time.

An initiative was needed though, it was crucial to have that. He wanted to keep it all after all.

"I-" Connor somewhat bashfully started. "I need to know if what I am has not truly hurt you. I know our ways of life are different, as we are different people. But I feel like I do not want to change how you see me. No matter what title I have at my disposal, I am still that man you met and courted for this past year...If what you say is true, then I can only hope we can move forward, no matter what life either of us has led."

[heartofarapier]

"Hurt me...?" she asked him, slight confusion evident until she really thought about all of his words together and the bigger picture he was attempting to show her.

Her feelings weren't hurt any longer. She was about as rightfully suspicious as she should have been around anyone who wasn't upfront with her. Which meant slightly wary, but not enough to the point where it really affected her too much. And a lot of that was because she lived a lot of her life around Connor not always being upfront with him. Mostly because she felt like there was no possible way for him to understand her position or what she was dealing with, which she'd said as much to Gordon. But she supposed the reason why made very little difference in the end.

Feelings wise, Eirika was mostly fine. Accepting, at any rate. Past that, where her literal position was concerned, she knew well enough that when she saw Ephraim again, as that was bound to happen, she would need to explain the whole situation nice and slow for him. And then await the inevitable backlash that would follow. Nothing about her situation with Connor made Eirika the Queen placed at ease.

"I think—no, I know that many things of recent will undoubtedly complicate life at court for me," Eirika began with a small little nod. "But I understand that I have been a bit entitled and unfair to you, for I have not, in my time, thought about how my position has the potential to place stress on you. I cannot have you be anyone else other than who you are, and in the same right, I cannot be anyone else other than who I am. I want to believe that the sometimes stubborn and uncompromising traits we share will allow us to bypass this."

But, she left to herself. I am not at all certain. I was never much into gambling, the way Joshua was. This could go very poorly for me and if that is so, I should be reasonably prepared for just such a possibility. As I should any other possibilities, as well.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

If Eirika could be more frank.

It wasn't like Connor could disagree, because then he would be lying. There was some difficulty in Eirika and her upholding her position. But Connor didn't want to change that, because he couldn't. Eirika admitting the things she said did bother him, but there was nothing he could change about that realistically. Instead, just focus on what he could change, how he felt about this situation and where he stood in it.

He just had to accept it all, right? If they didn't mean anything to each other, this would've ended far long ago. But the longer they spent time with one another, the more it became clear.

He couldn't break it off, he couldn't end it. He didn't want it to.

Once again, it was bound to cause problems but the consequences were what he actually decided to ignore. Achilles would've smacked him verbally or physically by now. Perhaps his mother too.

"As I have said, I cannot change that. I cannot change you," Connor finally spoke. "All I can change is this; how I feel. What all of...this meant."

Because they did just create a future, that did just happen. Whatever happened, happened at this point. Eirika made it pretty clear that she wasn't willing to throw in the towel, at least not easily.

Connor felt sure he wasn't either.

"We all knew there were...trials we were to face as time passed. Perhaps I did not expect these, but I am," Connor paused, to just look at her more determined. He would not, could not back down. Not after all of it. At least he had to make that statement. "-Nothing about how I felt has changed. None of it."

[heartofarapier]

He silenced her rather easily. More easily than she ever wanted Connor to have the ability to silence her. And considering her position, she never wanted him to have an ability quite like that. She was the queen by practise. She was the noble. She was the one with the silver tongue and the regal bearing. When it was just the two of them, Eirika assumed it was fine for him to catch her in such a vulnerable state, but to do so in front of her people would have implied such... realistic weight that trying to hide their relationship would have been theoretically difficult back home.

I envy your ability to be so confident, she thought as she eyed him with a deep respect, something that she didn't outwardly show too terribly often. I wish that I could say things the same way that you do. If I am confident in anything, it is that I was right all along and never should have let us grow into who and what we are now. For though I adore you and these days together, I still know they cannot last, regardless of what we have done.

After several moments, Eirika shook her head, perhaps to dispel the thoughts that circulated, for she could not say nothing. Her hands folded together and she held onto whatever courage it was that she had left. She couldn't have the same conversation with him again and again and again. There would be no point to it and he knew all of her concerns already. What reason was there in repeating herself? None, that she could see.

"I... think you are allowed to be displeased by things said or done, regardless of when such things occurred. And you are allowed to be honest about the things that trouble you or give you cause for concern. And I do also think that if you should ever feel that this pathway is not one you wish to take, that I would never bind you to it. But if you are... content to stay at my side, then I can only consider myself blessed."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

"I did get upset," admitted Connor. "I was angry. I cannot deny that and I shall not even try."

He sighed a little before moving on, placing his hands gentle on her shoulders now.

"I know you were angry with me. Perhaps I did not know how to approach the kind of anger I had. But...it was something I knew I had to make due and let it pass. Even if it took time."

Perhaps, there was work to be done. Maybe it just took this few minute conversation to actually make him comes to terms with that. Nothing was ever easy, etc.

"I must face what I had done, and I must right it, for us both."

He was not repeating himself either, and he KNEW what she was thinking. Or rather, he could guess. Royal airs and all.

[heartofarapier]

He took her by the shoulders and it seemed like something he'd done several times in the past. Almost always whenever he wanted to grab and keep her attention. And it usually worked out very well. This time was no different from the others. It took only moments for his hands to make contact and she found her gaze pointedly upon his face.

"Was angry, yes," Eirika admitted. "Not now. Not... at this moment. Uncertain, of course. I am nothing if not infinitely uncertain, it seems." She frowned briefly, but lifted her hands to settle over his. Not to remove them, just to establish personal contact with him. For him to initiate it was no small ordeal and she well understood that by this point. There was no sense to make him feel he wasn't welcome.

"I do not think that what happened is something that requires 'righting,'" she confessed gently. "Things are what they are. I learned something new about you. Something that defines very much who and what you are. And we traded information."

And there is still information to be traded, even if only one-sided, Eirika thought, still mulling over her discomforts where Lyon was concerned. For if she managed to save him and succeeded... would they marry? She had no way of knowing. But political alliance was always going to precede love, even though she knew very well Lyon loved her.

She just didn't know how to talk about anything like that. "We... we should always be honest with one another, right? About what we think and feel? How can we learn anything further about ourselves unless we're honest..." Eirika shook her head with some thought, "There is nothing that needs to be righted. I hold no animosity toward you and I hope in time you will not hold any toward me in return. Yet I am willing to wait to reach that very point."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

He wouldn't have known about Lyon unless if Eirika decided to share it. Would it be pleasant of a conversation if she did? Probably not, but there was that honesty thing again. The blow would be softened considering what was happening now but...again, baby steps.

"I am working through it," he said, not wanting to discourage her or anything. After all, she was speaking so gently, kindly. Accepting; and Connor couldn't ask for more, could he? He shouldn't. Also, he knew this meant the beginning for them. This wasn't going away five minutes from now, maybe not for a few days.

But if they meant anything, he would have to try. Compromising, perhaps. He was upset perhaps a few minutes ago, but he couldn't be visibly upset with her now. He couldn't bring himself to say that, he looked at her with somewhat sad eyes.

"Any animosity would not last too long, I hope you do know that."

He loved her a bit too much to be angry forever.

[heartofarapier]

If he had been angry, she would have accepted it. Eirika never expected an immediate fix on anything. War was good at teaching even the most naive princess patience. Nothing was ever resolved quickly and while she couldn't exactly treat every situation between her and Connor diplomatically, she could try. She was good with words, after all, and if she watched how she worded things, she could find ways that she could convey the truth of the matter without further upsetting him or disproving any of his points.

After all, Connor usually had some merit in his words, even if she didn't always enjoy admitting to it.

She nodded to him, "Of course I know that." Except there really was no of course about it. She hoped and that was all she really could do, but he probably knew that without her saying it. "I think you should take all of the time that you need." Because that really did seem like the most logical way to handle the situation. She couldn't press him, and if she did it wouldn't make her a very good person in any form of the word.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

And just like that, she accepted it all again. At times, it was hard to see if that was the diplomat side or the true emotional side of her when she was like this. On one hand, it shown a lot of strength; but at the same time, Connor knew it wasn't easy being her and all of her habits came from...well, habit. It was probably because she had to, and maybe perhaps it also protected her. He couldn't always know her workings at every given time, he just knew he wanted to respect it.

So, in the end, it made him ache just a little bit about something else.

"...I was harsh with you," Connor said softly, as he tried to leave no room for Eirika to argue with that. He felt harsh earlier, even if she told him he wasn't wrong in his feelings, he could feel he did react somewhat badly. Especially since he knew he made things very hard for her with the-yeah.

"I had not asked you how you were even...feeling, are you feeling well?"

[heartofarapier]

"...I was harsh with you."

Sometimes, and it was mostly in the past, Connor had a way of sounding either brotherly or fatherly to her. It wasn't oft, and it certainly never stuck around for long, but it happened all the very same. And it was usually only those times that Eirika questioned the extent of her love and adoration for him. Or not necessarily the 'extent' so much as the definition of her love. For she was no fool and knew well enough there were different kinds of inclination.

Romantic, indeed. Familial, to a degree. What more beyond that...? She had no way of knowing the answer to that, and Connor's words only made her wonder all the more.

She shook her head modestly, willing not to offer up an argument for there was no need for her to. Whether she thought he did or didn't really made no difference at the end of things. Connor was bull-headed at times and as much as she held her own stubborn demeanour, Eirika knew well enough when she wasn't going to win against him. Besides, they had quarreled so much already. She had no desire to really dive back into a silly little series of battles between them.

Her head tipped and as she wove her hands together with some thought, Eirika nodded. "I am doing all right. A little particular in what I wish to eat. More so than usual, anyway. Some weeks ago, I would have been willing to eat plenty of pasta. Today, nothing like that sounds good." Which made her chuckle, "From what I understand, that seems to be normal as per the circumstance."

Or a simply 'human' trait, which she didn't bother to say, because she knew what he was really asking.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Which was one of the reasons why Connor asked about her general health afterwords. Connor went into his feelings and she went into hers, and then they had to move on. Going back and forth solved nothing at any given time. It never worked when they did those sorts of things. Talk it out, or argue, accept, agree, and move on.

Connor didn't want to argue anymore, and merely just wished for the day to get better between them. Or rather, the future all together.

He just wanted to spend time with her.

A year ago, just spending a day doing nothing but relaxing would've been foolish. Nowadays, a day or an afternoon never hurt. As long as it could go to the way things should be between them, nothing else seemed to matter.

"I could eat," Connor said. "If you are not busy, perhaps we should try to see what you have in mind."

[heartofarapier]

She tipped her head at his invitation and after a moment or two, she finally offered up a nod. "If you'd like to." She couldn't say how easy it would be for her to eat. What with how particular she was being. It'd do no good to make him work more than whatever was necessary.

"You are right, however," Eirika continued with some thought, "in that I am not busy. I didn't have any other plans. If you would like to have lunch with me, I would not mind."

How could she? He was making an effort. She could ask for nothing more.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

And she accepted, again. That made Connor pleased, and in turn, now he had to do what he could to make her happy. Finally, he offered her a smile; a genuine smile. It was a smile that was large enough for Connor that his eyes smiled as well, today has been improved.

"I could go change and meet with you shortly, or I could go as I am and none of it could matter," he added.

[heartofarapier]

Eirika didn't reply at first and she shook her head slowly, as if it didn't matter. Because it didn't. She didn't care what he was wearing, or what he wasn't. All that really mattered was that he was comfortable. At least to her.

"It's really up to you," she answered somewhat easily. "You should go however you're comfortable. If you want to change, I'll wait outside your quarters for you and we can go together, if you'd like. If you think I should change, then we could both change and meet outside your quarters."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

"I just dislike these clothes," Connor admitted, looking down on his dark navy blue jumpsuit. He could withstand the cold, but he felt like himself in his robes and he could withstand the cold more.

The smile never left his face though.

It was cute, to think Eirika insisted she could change too. It was like the role reversal for which then Connor then shook his head. Well played, Princess. If it was the intention. Perhaps it was the notion he felt that she liked him better in his robes.

But that was just a thought, too eager to please each other then.

So, he sighed and spoke out, "Then I am fine. As long as we leave and not have to run into far too many plants this afternoon, I am happy."

Very happy, happy enough to reach down to kiss her gently and quickly. Still though, it wasn't so quick to not be affectionate. After all, Connor was affectionate with her and only her.

[heartofarapier]

And she could sympathise. It was a little weird to see in Connor wearing garb that wasn't his robes. But she understood that he had to dress the part for his work and she respected that. Not that she had any intentions of wearing the school uniform. She'd been at the academy long enough that people knew she was a student. At least she assumed they knew. And if they didn't perhaps that was indicative enough that they weren't the most observant.

After all, she was an attentive student and just about always went to her classes. Even when she was feeling unwell.

"I think you make a good point. If you want to change, then you should change," she nodded to him. "I can wait. I certainly don't mind."

There came a kiss that followed, as fleeting as it was, which left Eirika momentarily unsure of how to respond. Saying 'thank you' seemed silly, so she didn't bother to say it, but it was obvious that it affected her. Romantic gestures weren't lost on her at all, regardless of whatever squabbles might have been happening.

"A-as I was saying," she stammered somewhat bashfully, "I... really don't mind waiting. You always look more comfortable in your robes, anyway..."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

He was about to respond, because Eirika didn't get that bashful often. When was the last time she got like that? He could've sworn he had done something like that in past, multiple times. Connor wasn't a teaser really, so making some slight fun didn't really appeal. Although, Eirika has prodded on that side of him. Who knew Connor had it in him to tease, even sometimes?

No, he would've regarded lovingly. Treated her bashfulness with love and care, she was being so adorable.

Again, he nearly did so. Instead, his mind left him. In place was something so unexpected, that he froze for a good few moments as it happened.

Maybe it happened for Eirika as well.



Connor was wounded, and dazed, walking through a ruined home. He practically limped along, breathing heavy. He had to stay hidden, he was in no condition to fight anymore. An exhausting trudge led him to a ruined opening in the wall to a courtyard. The sky was clouded with smoke, and rubble was strewn everywhere. The sound of cannons strung about the town, destruction.

He had to find him. He had to. He had to keep fighting, he couldn't give up. He was on a mission.

"Where are you Charles??" Connor yelled out only to be greeted by a familiar face.

"Gone," Haytham all too calmly said as he was soon attacking Connor. In fact, beating him down. To which Connor responded in turn by attacking back, including stabbing Haytham's arm, completely rendering it useless.

"Give me Lee," Connor threatened. Haytham scoffed, holding back his own pain. "Impossible. He is the promise of a better future. The sheep need a shepherd."

No, and Connor came all this way. Haytham was so sure of Lee, so sure of him. It was wrong, all wrong to Connor. "He has been dismissed and censured. He can do nothing for you now," Connor responded, getting defensive as they both started sheathing their blades, they were ready to fight to the death on this.

Connor didn't want to this, he didn't want to. He really didn't. Haytham didn't lower his guard, however.

"A temporary setback. He will be restored," Haytham said, seemingly to finalize those words.

"We have an opportunity here. To break the cycle, and end this ancient war. I know it," Connor said back, reeling a little bit not still not lowering himself. Haytham didn't bat an eye, "No. You WANT to know it. You WANT it to be true. Part of me once did as well. But it is an impossible dream."

"...We are in blood, you and I. Please..."

"No, son. We are enemies. And one of us must die."

The next thing Eirika would see would be Connor and Haytham bloodied from fighting. Connor was on the ground, with the latter trying to choke the remaining life from him. Connor felt his strength leaving, he couldn't die here. No matter what, he couldn't die.

He had a few seconds, Connor sheathed his hidden blade and did the deed, striking Haytham at the neck. Soon Haytham started bleeding profusely, defeated. Connor had won, but at a huge cost.

Haytham started losing his strength, weakening, but he still had something to say. With the remaining strength he had, he spoke to his son.

"...Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong. I will not weep and wonder what might have been...I’m sure you understand," Haytham then knelled on the ground, he only had a few moments left. "Still, I’m proud of you in a way. You have shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities...I should have killed you long ago."

Then he was gone, he fell to the ground, lifeless. Connor loomed over his body, looking him over. The last thing said was, "Ó:nen ki’ wáhi Raké:ni."

Goodbye, Father.