
~3 Cylus 716~
A mundane gold necklace clutched in hand, Norgrim only knelt in silent prayer among his kin. The words of sermon falling upon ears not ready to hear, and a heart long to mend from it's grievous wound. The young man's eyes were closed tight, almost in agony as the words bought forth memories he was far from ready to come to terms with quite yet. Stories of Treid and his benevolence to the Ellune people along with his wisdom and kindness simply pried asunder the meager stitching which kept his agony at bay. Echoing through the cathedral archways, words seemingly drifting upon a wind which wasn't there as all who were present remained silent in reverence of their lord's slumber. Some perhaps understanding the pain of Norgrim's loss, others blind to it, one way or another such was shared amongst his kin which was clear within his currently addled mind.
Only his fist tightening, the man's mouth opening to utter customary prayers, all the while in his mind pleading for relief from his memories, begging almost through tears to Treid's slumbering body that the pain stops. However as always the sensation dulls as the sermon goes on, a cascade of multicolored light shone through true crystalline windows, bathing those worshipping in a gentle chill which almost was a reassuring embrace to Norgrim. Yet even the most minute glance at the trinket he carried bought all memories once more to the surface, the words of the Elder near the altar sounding more and more muffled, restricted if you would while this cycle continued within the young man. Using what willpower he had to keep himself from breaking down as all memories once more bombarded him, both pleasant and agonizing, even that moment of horrid discovery. Finding her corpse upon the floor, her hand reaching out, pleading silently for one to help her before finally expiring. That single sight alone causing his breath to hitch, Norgrim clenching his jaw while attempting to calm himself. Trying to force his own turmoil back below the surface so he could rise upon the Elder's conclusion, to appear as his "normal" self to all the Ellune about him when they eventually all looked ahead to the memorial statue of Treid. Such done in remembrance of their fallen father, all the while Norgrim only able to see the final, pain wracked image of his mother flash before his generally dulled gaze.
A mundane gold necklace clutched in hand, Norgrim only knelt in silent prayer among his kin. The words of sermon falling upon ears not ready to hear, and a heart long to mend from it's grievous wound. The young man's eyes were closed tight, almost in agony as the words bought forth memories he was far from ready to come to terms with quite yet. Stories of Treid and his benevolence to the Ellune people along with his wisdom and kindness simply pried asunder the meager stitching which kept his agony at bay. Echoing through the cathedral archways, words seemingly drifting upon a wind which wasn't there as all who were present remained silent in reverence of their lord's slumber. Some perhaps understanding the pain of Norgrim's loss, others blind to it, one way or another such was shared amongst his kin which was clear within his currently addled mind.
Only his fist tightening, the man's mouth opening to utter customary prayers, all the while in his mind pleading for relief from his memories, begging almost through tears to Treid's slumbering body that the pain stops. However as always the sensation dulls as the sermon goes on, a cascade of multicolored light shone through true crystalline windows, bathing those worshipping in a gentle chill which almost was a reassuring embrace to Norgrim. Yet even the most minute glance at the trinket he carried bought all memories once more to the surface, the words of the Elder near the altar sounding more and more muffled, restricted if you would while this cycle continued within the young man. Using what willpower he had to keep himself from breaking down as all memories once more bombarded him, both pleasant and agonizing, even that moment of horrid discovery. Finding her corpse upon the floor, her hand reaching out, pleading silently for one to help her before finally expiring. That single sight alone causing his breath to hitch, Norgrim clenching his jaw while attempting to calm himself. Trying to force his own turmoil back below the surface so he could rise upon the Elder's conclusion, to appear as his "normal" self to all the Ellune about him when they eventually all looked ahead to the memorial statue of Treid. Such done in remembrance of their fallen father, all the while Norgrim only able to see the final, pain wracked image of his mother flash before his generally dulled gaze.