Every day that she spent on Eshan was different from the last except in one facet. Every day she visited the war memorial that memorialized those who had been lost when the destroyer was crashed into the city. There was a reason for it. All of the names were in alphabetical order and each day she picked the next name in the list to memorize. Then she went back to the palace and drafted a formal, individualized letter to the family of the person that she had memorized. While she knew Queen Jacobs had already done much the same, she felt a responsibility to those lost and she wanted to do something about it.
That day was no different. She finished her morning duties and then slipped out of the palace without her guard droids. She wasn't going far and the city was as safe as could be, especially since it was patrolled by EMBU droids. Eshan was as safe as could be. So she walked down the street and approached the memorial, her circlet adorning her head and identifying her. The few people she saw dipped their head and she smiled at them in return, but she didn't stop to talk. Her task was essential to her and she focused on it almost solely. She'd been there enough to ignore the signs and with the circlet she could ignore most of the feelings thanks to her innate mental defense.
The gardens passed by without thought and she walked into the center of the place, stopping for a moment to stare at the central monument, the fallen star. The symbol of loss. After a minute or so she turned and walked to the wall nearby, tracing her finger down the list of names to get through the few that she'd already done. Finally she stopped at the next name, Cyri Hyrin. She did not know that house, but she knew the pain they must have felt. It was the only one with that last name on the list. She stood there, staring at the name, working to memorize it. She wanted to remember all the names just as much as she wanted to write to them. Memorizing took time.
Siyndacha Aerin
That day was no different. She finished her morning duties and then slipped out of the palace without her guard droids. She wasn't going far and the city was as safe as could be, especially since it was patrolled by EMBU droids. Eshan was as safe as could be. So she walked down the street and approached the memorial, her circlet adorning her head and identifying her. The few people she saw dipped their head and she smiled at them in return, but she didn't stop to talk. Her task was essential to her and she focused on it almost solely. She'd been there enough to ignore the signs and with the circlet she could ignore most of the feelings thanks to her innate mental defense.
The gardens passed by without thought and she walked into the center of the place, stopping for a moment to stare at the central monument, the fallen star. The symbol of loss. After a minute or so she turned and walked to the wall nearby, tracing her finger down the list of names to get through the few that she'd already done. Finally she stopped at the next name, Cyri Hyrin. She did not know that house, but she knew the pain they must have felt. It was the only one with that last name on the list. She stood there, staring at the name, working to memorize it. She wanted to remember all the names just as much as she wanted to write to them. Memorizing took time.
Siyndacha Aerin