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Post by Saffron on May 9, 2010 16:18:01 GMT -5
"There was a time when he was a very good man." Saffron whispered.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 9, 2010 16:23:05 GMT -5
Elly's face was stony. Had been since they had approached the grave, Saffron following behind her.
"I know." She said, her voice cracking. "I just never knew him as such. I never even knew him. I still visit here often. Just not always this grave."
She got up.
"We need to back track and then go left." She said.
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Post by Saffron on May 9, 2010 16:26:22 GMT -5
Saffron nodded and followed.
She started singing a blessing under her breath very softly. It seemed to fit the mood.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 9, 2010 16:29:21 GMT -5
When they got back to the crossroads, Elly stopped. Should she keep going with Saffron behind her? She probably wouldn't do anything, but just to be on the safe side, Elly bent down to "fix her shoe" or check to make sure that her shoe knife was still there.
She got up and continued going. Down to a certain Capp plot. Once she got there, she got down on her knees and bowed her head.
Margarite Capp, her beloved aunt. A murderess and a harborer of criminals. What a family she had.
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Post by Saffron on May 9, 2010 16:33:09 GMT -5
Saffron knew where she was.
So that was the choice Elly was making. A cross, crescent and imperial, one day they all have to choose. But what shall he final be? A murderer with glee? Or a more simple life for she?
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 9, 2010 17:10:24 GMT -5
"Welcome to my mind, have a flower." Elly said, handing her one of the flowers she had left over from visiting her grandfather's grave.
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Post by Saffron on May 10, 2010 11:38:50 GMT -5
Saffron smiled and nodded.
"Beautiful flower, non?" she said.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 10, 2010 14:26:25 GMT -5
(http://www.fiftyflowers.com/site_files/FiftyFlowers/Image/Product/Red_Carnation_Flower_250.jpg)
Elly looked down at the flowers she had left. She had bought a dozen of the same kind. Red carnations.
"Yeah..." She said, trailing off. "Yeah, it is."
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Post by Saffron on May 10, 2010 14:40:33 GMT -5
Saffron smiled slightly.
"Your heart aching?" Ron asked.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 10, 2010 14:45:10 GMT -5
She turned around to look at the girl.
"You have no idea." She said.
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Post by Saffron on May 10, 2010 14:48:37 GMT -5
Saffron nodded.
"Hard decision is it not? Deciding who you want to be. Two paths, or more, lay before you. Ask all the questions in the world but still it is all up to you in the end. Hard hard decision." Ron said.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 10, 2010 14:49:28 GMT -5
Elly's glared hardened.
"Even if you do know Lily, she wouldn't have told you that. How do you know?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
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Post by Saffron on May 10, 2010 14:55:19 GMT -5
"Two graves we hath visited, two sides of a grave yard. Two choice you can have. In the end you must choose." Saffron said staring at the carnations.
"All have to choose a path eventually. All are faced with a choice. This is yours." Ron shook her head.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on May 10, 2010 14:59:31 GMT -5
Elly nodded.
"There's always a choice. What's yours?" She asked.
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Post by Saffron on May 10, 2010 15:03:09 GMT -5
Saffron looked down.
"Flowers or antiques." Ron said.
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