36th Summer, 512 A.V.
He had only spent a few days in Endrykas before he found an excuse to return to Riverfall on Watch business, but mostly to visit the spot where he and Denen had left Issima's body in the Drykas manner. The Sea of Grass was hungry, and her bones had been stripped clean, bleached by the summer sun. At least the scavengers were gone, and eventually, perhaps, even the bones and scraps of fabric would be gone, too, returned to the cycle of energy that was Cyphrus.
Though he could understand why some people buried their dead, or burned them, in the end, the earth took what it needed. If her flesh had already passed through other animals, then her death had granted them life. It was important to remember the bright side when times were troubled. But the empty sockets of her eyes stared at him accusingly, and so he turned his head away, peering down at the beach from the top of the cliff. Perhaps he would talk to her remains in an attempt to speak to her spirit, but all that was arrested by what he saw down below.
It shone and sparkled in the sun, some living thing. His eyes were keen, and he had Syna's sight, too, and it seemed like some creature of water. It took him a few minutes to get down the cliff to the beach by way of a stepped ravine, but soon enough he was standing behind a boulder, curious and watchful. |