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Recent stirrings had come to the forefront of the minds of so many. Rumors, many of them conflicting, had given the wandering songstress pause and a reason to indulge in a few moments of silence. She had once again closed her door between herself and the rest of the world, which allowed for her thoughts to surface for more direct consideration. But there was one out of the many which demanded a decision.
Ciel sifted through sacks and parcels in her wardrobe. Some of the items they contained had not seen daylight in five or six summers by this point, but there was one thing she was looking for and her fingertips searched blindly for it in the dim light of the room. She felt the texture of tightly woven threads, the raised pattern she sought, and wrapped her hand around the object.
In the palm of her hand sat a single patch bearing the emblem of a howling wolf upon a field of desert sunrise crimson, the mark of the Wulfegard. She closed her eyes and pressed the emblem to her lips fondly. Sadly.
"Ser Wulfegard." She murmured the name of the paladin for whom the unit had gained its name. "In your memory and that of our comrades, long have I held a part of your name as mine own. It has served its purpose and now, methinkst, its time is past. I know you would understand, but 'tis past time for Ciel Sauveterre to return to the Immortal Flames."
She placed her other hand over the emblem and returned it to the sack in which it was found, and folded it amongst the memories held within.
Recent stirrings had come to the forefront of the minds of so many. Rumors, many of them conflicting, had given the wandering songstress pause and a reason to indulge in a few moments of silence. She had once again closed her door between herself and the rest of the world, which allowed for her thoughts to surface for more direct consideration. But there was one out of the many which demanded a decision.
Ciel sifted through sacks and parcels in her wardrobe. Some of the items they contained had not seen daylight in five or six summers by this point, but there was one thing she was looking for and her fingertips searched blindly for it in the dim light of the room. She felt the texture of tightly woven threads, the raised pattern she sought, and wrapped her hand around the object.
In the palm of her hand sat a single patch bearing the emblem of a howling wolf upon a field of desert sunrise crimson, the mark of the Wulfegard. She closed her eyes and pressed the emblem to her lips fondly. Sadly.
"Ser Wulfegard." She murmured the name of the paladin for whom the unit had gained its name. "In your memory and that of our comrades, long have I held a part of your name as mine own. It has served its purpose and now, methinkst, its time is past. I know you would understand, but 'tis past time for Ciel Sauveterre to return to the Immortal Flames."
She placed her other hand over the emblem and returned it to the sack in which it was found, and folded it amongst the memories held within.
