Fatty Fat Fatso Fat Fat!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Unfortunately nothing for Kiyr; she'd said it with the intent of deliberately misleading him to put him at ease. She did not lie, however. With his question she stepped forwards with nothing of her body language tipping him off to her deadly intent.

"Before I let you go I would like to thank you, sir. Your information will be invaluable."

Her posture was relaxed, gaze soft and kind. Even a gentle smile spread across her lips--much more than what he deserved. She lifted a hand and set it gently against his cheek, wrist just touching his throat. She didn't want to touch him, but it was necessary. She had said peacefully, after all.

Again. It was more than he deserved, in her opinion.

"I wish you the best of luck."

It was a seemingly kind statement, coupled with her smile and a gentle brush of her thumb against his cheek, meant to completely disarm him.

Long enough for a spike of shadow to extend from her wrist: plunging up through the bottom of his jaw and the lower plate of bone, directly into his brain.

[David B.]

The mans eyes widened in shock, before his eyes rolled intoned back of his head and his breath wheezed from his chest, blood pouring out over her hand and onto the ground as be went limp. The men dropped the guy unceremoniously, packing up his body with the others to be taken to the border. The men would fan out, 80 of them now defending the area, as well as the Elder.

David would turn, speaking to Kiyr.

"We gotta find out who this is. Until we know, I think you should mention to Matt the idea of a home guard for the Elders and a few of our key players. Kind of like a secret service. I know he probably won't go for it, since he's pretty bent on personal strength but... We should at least see what he thinks."

He would smile and plant his hand on her shoulder.

"You did well today."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr's expression briefly twitched to one of disgust at the man. Not at her actions. She crouched to wipe her hand against his shirt and let everyone else deal wih his body.

"Sir." She acknowledged with a slight nod and was about to turn to the member of her team that had fallen when his hand found her shoulder. The blonde twitched in a subtle flinch, the muscles under his hand tensing involuntarily, yet also pointedly.

'Not nearly well enough.'

But she didn't verbally rebuke him, as it wasn't just her. Kiyr's gaze swept over the Core and members of the Sky Force. Besides, there was no need to say anything when he undoubtedly felt her reaction. The others didn't need to know.

And nobody needed to know what a blow it was, for her.

She looked and moved towards the deceased Dragon, with a murmur of sorrow, and words followed that quickly grew in volume.

"...anyone this warrior left behind should be notified. I want a pier constructed somewhere that we can collect his ashes after." She paused as though ensuring she was heard, but mostly to tighten her grip on her self-control. "Those close to him will have the option of keeping a portion of the ashes. The rest I will send with the wind in the sky."

He would always fly. It was a fitting tribute of honour, in her opinion.

His life shouldn't have been lost in the first place.

[David B.]

David's eyes held the weight of her tense form in them, and her have her a nod- one that would seem to be of an accepting, professional nature to everyone else- only be held her gaze. He said It with his eyes- "I understand, and I'm sorry."

He would move away from her unceremoniously as men looked to him for orders following her instructions. David just stared, as though to say "you have been given an order- you don't need me." To which they responded by jumping to the task Kiyr asked to to start on.He would talk to Kiyr loud enough the men heard.

"Kiyr- I'm leaving you in command of this army. Use them as you wish until you return."

And with that he would turn and take to the sky.

OOC: David leaves thread

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr's gaze turned upwards, and she read the apology in his eyes. Understand? Yes. He did. Anyone alive probably did. But on a personal level was something else entirely. And yet, she was grateful for the empathy, and it glazed over the pain and sorrow before her expression turned curious. The message was distinctive, clearly asking: Later?. They did, after all, have much to discuss on what happened and what they would do.

Shortly after that, however, she drew everything inside so she could stand tall. She looked at the body, only, not at the people as they looked to David. She'd said what she wanted them to do, her tone one of expectation and not request. And then there was movement, and she breathed a little easier, even though she figured David had something to do with it.

With his words, she turned back, expression and eyes neutral once again, and inclined herself in a bow of acknowledgement, fist clasped over her heart.

"Sir."

He departed and she turned back.

"I want this building turned upside down and scoured through; I will aid you, and then move to help preparations for the funeral pier." Her message was clear: she was willing to work just as hard, if not moreso than them. She would not 'command' the army David left in her hands and be slothful, herself.

As she said, she did.

Later, she watched with those that remained as the fire ate away at wood and flesh alike, leaving a red glow awash on their skin. The sunset burned the sky to a similar hue. Burning the Sky Force member's body was for much more than to prevent further illness and contamination. Little did anyone know - at least at this point - that she had burned her family's bodies.

On two separate occasions.

So this was more than just simply concern for disease. It was her own tribute; her own way, without words, to show what they meant to her.

Even if the only one that knew was herself.

Later, still, she gently gave a small box of ash away, and then, gently but tightly clasping another, larger one in her hands, hunched her shoulders against a slight chill, letting the Sky Force jacket she wore keep and comfort her as she rose into the sky. Up, up, up, as far as she could possibly go. And then she drifted, letting the wind steer her course as she felt her eyes sting with tears.

"May you dance with joy along the wind. I hope this is enough to put you at ease. Though I keep none of your ashes for myself, know that I will always carry the weight of your life in my heart. Go with honour and embrace your freedom."

Perhaps...perhaps if such places like the supposed afterlife existed, he would be welcomed by her family, and any of his. She closed her eyes and removed the lid, Portions of the ashes were released to the North, East, South, and West. And with the remainder, Kiyr took off in an arc to find a quick jetstream of air, and let the remainder go. The tears that fell behind her were a product of sorrow, more than the air that lashed against her eyes as she increased her speed, taking comfort that she flew with him. For him.




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