Wander: (hung his head in silence)
Hater: [stayed close to him, his arm ard his shoulder, squeezing it gently to comfort him]
Treetrunk, Hugo & Firefly: ;( ;( ;( [sobs quietly]
Wander: (leaned into Hater) ;(
Hater: [held him close] ;(
Wander: (held onto Hater)
Angel: (was silent, shedding a tear)
Janet: [opened up the ground so tht they can lower Wildflower who is in her coffin into it]
Wander: :( Mama...
Janet: [her sky was gloomy as she uses her vines to lower the coffin] If ur ready with the ritual, Angel...
Angel: (nods, and softly does his chant)
Wander: ;( ....
Treetrunk&Hugo&Firefly: [slowly joined in the chant]
Hater: [hung his head in silence]
Wander: (buried his face in Hater's chest)
Hater: [squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, encouraging him to join the chant]
Wander: (sniffled and slowly joined the chant as well)
Hater: [doesn't know the chant, but just listened in quietly in respect]
Wander: ;( (kept chanting)
Hater: [gazed ard n sees only Peepers present aside from himself]
Peepers: (held his head in silence) :( ...
[the chant soon finished n Janet covered the hole over the coffin, then materialized a rock that carved Wildflower's name on it n a row of flowers surrounding the grave]
Wander: (sighed) :( ...
Janet: Rest well, Wildie... [her sky got even darker, reflecting her mood]
Hater: [stayed by the grave for a while before turning to Wander] U OK, Wander? U wanna stay here a bit before we go home?
Wander: ... Yes. Stay a while...
Hater: I'll bring the litter inside. Take all the time u need [patted his bk n pushed the baby pram where the litter is bk to Wander's home cabin]
Wander: (kneels by Wildflower's grave, bowing his head in respect) :(...
Treetrunk: [stayed bk while the other sibs helped Angel bk to the cabin, putting his hand on his shoulder] U OK, bro?
Wander: (to himself) She's at peace... but I still can't help but feel... (allows Treetrunk to hold him)
Treetrunk: [hugged him from behind] I know, bro. U were closest to Mama, n u were there on her last moments, sorta. I understand how u feel. I wish I were there. We all do
Wander: (turns to hug him back) ;(
Treetrunk; ;( [hushed him in his tears as he rocked him]
Wander: Mama... mama... ;(
Treetrunk: Shhh... She's in a better place now... It's gonna be OK... [rocks his little brother]
Wander: (hugs back, sniffling)
Treetrunk: [hugged him for quite a while before stroking his face] U good to go bk inside now? I hv a feeling it's gonna rain soon, n u don't wanna get wet
Wander: (hesitates) ...Yeah... I'm good...
Treetrunk: [with his hand ard Wander, helped him up n led him bk to the cabin]
Hater: [just finished tucking the litter in for their nap before serving some finger food to everyone]
Wander: (remained silent)
Hater: [sees him come in with Treetrunk n came to his side, taking over holding him] U OK, Wander?
Wander:...don't worry about me...
Hater: (nod) [rubbed his bk comfortingly before tending to the guests with food n drinks]
Wander: (watches for a bit before sighing and heading for his and Hater's room to lie down for a bit)
Hater: [watched him leave, but decided to let him be for a while to allow him some privacy]
Peepers: (also watched Wander leave, signing) He's taking this quite hard... :(
Hater: :( Yeah, he's very close to her, n I feel he blames himself for not being there wen she's gone
Peepers: (nods sadly) :(
Hater: How is Sylvia? Is she still asleep in her room at the mother ship?
Peepers: (signs) Yup, still in deep sleep.
Hater: At least she's OK. How is the baby doing in her?
Peepers: (signs) Hopefully okay. I've been checking.
Hater: I look forward to ur baby coming soon. It'll be a bit of a change of mood, n Wander would prolly be so happy for his BFF
Peepers: (signs) Who knows, he might not get over this straight away, could take a few days or so...
Hater: Yeah, but ur baby might be born in a few mths, so it'll be just enough time for him to finish mourning
Peepers: (signs) Maybe so.
Hater: Here's to hoping [gestured to the tray of food and drinks] U want anything?
[10/6/2017 8:46:49 AM] Carly: Peepers: (takes a drink)
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