Mourning

"You grew old...." Saanvi murmured sitting down in the sand beside the stake. "Everyone grows old. Everyone but a dragon." Her voice was hollow and she looked at the tattered cloth blowing in the wind. A sad smile on her lips. Saanvi reached into her bag and pulled out a small album filled with pictures. "Mom, took these after we left. I wished she had taken more when you were still around. That way I could remember better... not that I'll ever forget you. I can't. I just would like something more than one photo." She sighed thumbing through the album at various pictures of her as a child until she landed on a family photo of her father holding her. The toddler Saanvi had her face pressed against the man grinning with him. She looked to be a female clone of him. Blinking back tears, Saanvi closed the album and put it away. She placed a hand on the cracked stone of the marker. "It may be a thousand years or another enternity... But I won't leave you lonely up there."

Little something I did for Saanvi. Despite being rather upbeat, Saanvi is a rather... sad individual. Being her race doesn't age she knows the pain of watching people she's close to grow old and die while she remained young. Her own father being the first as he was a human. While she loves the people she's met and grown close to in IWR, she is dreading time.