london ♔ to you i'm an atheist, to god i'm the loyal opposition

[graveflowers]

both sides now - joni mitchell

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Luthir Reedhym's funeral services
WHERE || Temple of Corellon, London, England
WHEN || July 8, 2014 {forward dated}
HOW || Actionspam

[ Those who had been at Jade's funeral would find all of this very familiar. The patron god of the temple is the same, though there are far less nods to Sehanine because Vi can be just as bitter and petty as her mother. As with many elven temples, the interior seems to look as it's carved from a single tree. The flowers, though, drowning the temple in their scent are just the same as Jade's funeral, oceans of white flowers of every kind. The only spot of color is the small handful of violets laid across the empty casket at the front of the room, resting atop a pure white cloth.

It's only there for show.

By the door, one of the alter boys (or the elven equivalent) passes out single white flowers to all the ladies that enter, the men as well if they want them, but this time Vi isn't forcing them to be taken. Soft, serene music lends a sanctified feel to the room.

It is disrupted however, by the murmur of voices as people stream in, filling the carved wooden pews as they wait for the service to begin. Luthir was a knight for over a century. There's a lot of people. ]

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[socialgraces]

[ francesca bows her head at the prayer (assuming that's what's appropriate in the elven custom) and gives val'drin's hand another tight squeeze, a sad smile gracing her lips.

she's still holding the tears at bay, though, which is probably more than can be said for dovan. ]

[graveflowers]

[ it's all well and good until the priest says something like "such life" and vi snorts into her tissues because clearly the appropriate response to something as horrifyingly sad as her husband's death is giggles. ] Much sad. Very funeral. Wow.

[ grade a human, right here. ]