The Final Slumber

[Felicity Mason]

Naboo- Theed Cemetery



Raining. Of course it would rain on a day like today.

Felicity tugged uncomfortably at her black dress. Mother had always hated black. Said it was a color for sadness and pain. Why was she expected to wear it now? Of course, black was the only respectful color to wear to a funeral, especially a funeral for a Queen.

But oh, how her mother had detested black.

The young blonde woman walked beside the white flower covered cart bearing the pretty stone casket. Rain pattered against the glass lid. Felicity glanced to the side at the silhouette of her mothers body. Still the very symbol of elegance, even in death. Of course her mother would still insist on being a beautiful corpse. She was so... proud.

She looked away again, holding her black umbrella straight as the rain began to pour a little harder. The hem of her dress was starting to get muddy now. Even as the funeral procession marched through the cemetery, Felicity almost smiled, thinking how horrified her mother would have been seeing the state of her dress. So many things her mother would have hated about this. Like the number of sad faces, and the size of her grave, and all the ceremony surrounding her burial. She didn't like people putting up much of a fuss about her.

But it's raining. At least it's raining. She always loved the rain.

[member="Keter"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Razor Shot"] [member="Owain"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Celeste Mason"]

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Felicity Mason"]

The death of a friend was a terrible thing and standing there as she kept her hands clasped in front of herself. The dark brown robes obscuring the circlet that kept the rain from drenching her hair while the pale skinned jedi master looked on at the Naboo cemetery. She had known Feena more but had not met her daughter as she could recall staying there with a small look on her face. The others who might come here she was interested in seeing what might happen as she didn't have much else within all of this. She was only now getting used to it before backing away a little with a small bow of her head in respect.

 

[Keter]

Keter walked by the coffin, silent. He had forgone an umbrella, despite some protests. He hadn't the ability to shed tears, and the rain would do well to convey them instead. His hair was wet, and waters dripped from his ocular implants. Feena...was going to her rest. A rest she had denied herself. A rest he had once saved her from. But you couldn't cheat death for long. It was the way of things.

He didn't have to like it though.

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girls gaze flickered to her father, walking just slightly in front of her. No umbrella. She'd argued with him about this, but in the end, nothing she said could get through to him. Everybody mourned in their own way, she supposed. Still, she was worried for him. What if he caught a cold? She'd never seen her father ill, of course. Seemed like nothing could get to him.

Except this. Except... her.

The young woman glanced sideways at the coffin again. She wasn't going to cry anymore. She'd already done quite enough of that. When you saw dead people every day, one started to lose sensitivity on the subject of death. Her eyes followed the faint figure of a young girl as the funeral procession passed another row of graves. They were everywhere here. It was why she hated cemeteries so much now. She used to love them. She used to like the history of it. Now she just found it... exhausting.

The party stopped at last, right in front of deep hole in the ground. This was it now.

[member="Keter"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Razor Shot"] [member="Owain"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Celeste Mason"] [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi was not much for funerals. But, he'd practically been ordered to come. So, he'd stay, even though he honestly hated these things. He was in his Templar robes--grey and brown, humble and simple. Despite coming from a devout family, he himself cared little for the gods or the force, to an extent. Did he believe she had moved on? Yes. But why were they here? Well, it was hard to say. Even the ghosts...even they had their reasons. Still, he wasn't accompanied by many of the ghost of Druckenwell, not today.


He sighed, watching the rain drip over his hat softly. Of course it would rain. Feenarah mason, always the theatrical one. Probably foretold the weather on the day of her burial. He smirked a little, taking a small sip form his flask. He didn't speak. Not yet. He simply waited and watched.


[member="Keter"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Kacius Porte]

Rain, much like the the factor that seemed to cross one plane to the next. There was always some sort of connection, today however it seemed lost on him. A solitary figure stood in the back, robes a matted down from the rain that had fallen hood covering his face that had now seeped through and he could feel his hair dampen. However nothing could effect how he was feeling on this day.

His eyes just stared ahead at the grave that was his longtime friend and ally Feena Mason. They had been through quite a lot together, however he had gone along a new path as he thought back to all the times that he remembered.

A deep breath had been given to the Jedi Master as his eyes never left the grave, there was so much that he wanted to say. That he should have said back then, but words were now lost on the Jedi. All he could hope for was that his friend had found peace, and was now one with the force. If that was such her wish.

Kacius bowed his head deeply in respect, as words just above a whisperer escaped his lips.

"I'm sorry Feena."

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Death was...odd...it was natural yet hated And loved...it was ending and beginning....

Stardust had been in the cemtemtary seeing her mother and fathers grave sites...or more less where they had their grave markers at

She turned seeing a funeral procession coming through the graves, turning towards the procession she noticed Jedi were present and moved somewhat closer...her parents taught her to always when a procession came through to turn and wait till it ended....out of respect for the dead

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A hand would stop to rest on the shoulder of [member="Felicity Mason"] that should she turn, would find herself gazing at the blonde haired visage of the Jedi Master, Josh DragonsFlame. He was dressed in black himself, a suit - as much as he hated wearing suits. But.... For Feena Mason, this was nothing but an inconvenience. He would live with it, to come and say his goodbyes.... One last time.

He tried. He tried to give the most sincere smile that he could. But it was sad. She would be able to see it. The sadness in his face, the sadness, even, in his smile. A month ago.... The last thing he thought he would be saying to Feena was goodbye.

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girl almost jumped. Hands clasped tight together, the glanced behind her at the blonde Jedi Master. She wanted to smile at him, but nothing she told herself could convince her body to respond. Instead, she gave him a stiff nod of acknowledgement before turning her attention back to the coffin and the grave it was being lowered into.

This was the last time they would see her. She took it all in, committing every detail to memory like a snap shot to be viewed later. She would hold this image, this memory in her heart. The grey sky, the slick mud, the faces of loved ones...

Except her brother. He was nowhere to be seen. Felicity felt a pang of disappointment. How could Cyril not show? And here she thought they could be close again, like they used to be. Disappointment quickly turned to anger, then that anger faded to resentment.
She turned her attentions back to the grave, waiting for someone to say something, but once it became clear that no words were going to be spoken by anyone else, Felicity let out a long shaking sigh and spoke up herself.

"My mother would have been so happy to see you all here."

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Kacius Porte"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Keter"] [member="Matsu Ike"]