"There is no reason for the sky to cry today, some dead men don't deserve to be mourned." Jollieus thought, sitting down upon the dying, brown grass as the heavens opened up to release their downpour. "Yet why do I mourn you?" she pondered aloud to the heavy slab of stone in front of her. The stone was intricately carved with the engraving 'Hortensia Cypress', clear to read due to the obvious shiny-new gleam of the stone. "I wonder why they buried you all the way out here. Must have been worried you'd come back." she chuckled to herself while tossing a singular tansy flower onto the grave.
"Time to head off, then." She got up, brushing off her dampening dress. "I'll be seeing you again one day, Hortensia." She smiled, treading away.
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Tales of Jollieus
FantasiShort stories in my DnD character's backstory Her alias is Jollieus the Jolly and her real name is Geranium Rosamus. She is a purple teifling bard who was the jester of a human kingdom's court. She is the bastard of a devil and a human, meaning she...
