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"We will not be lost to such weak forces that know not of balance nor good." Her voice was sturdy and tears produced with purpose. "We will take back what is ours, my dear child of dirt and amethyst."
The environment shuddered around her, speaking amongst itself and the harmonies that exuded from the pores of orange that connected them. Trees worked to provide and ground stable vibrations as the critters within them aligned and contributed to their counterparts. The focus of unification could not be thrown off for long as balance would triumph over cowardly chaos under any circumstance.
The broken ground was deep enough to submerge the dwarf fully with the soils that waited for his stolen life. All was ready to pay their respects for a lost brother, even one foreign from their own lands.
"As I lower you to the embrace of our healing grounds, I offer you a sacrifice." June spoke clearly for any and all to hear, "Pieces gifted to me, not for me to keep, but for me to hold and protect...pieces that belong to my greatest warrior."
It was with the grace of air that lifted the corpse and gently lowered him into a bed of vines patiently awaiting his return to their land.
"I give to you the strength of your elements." June called out and upon the linings of silver that whispered knowledge of ancient teachings, as the rattling of stones expressed progressions of dirt-composed worlds. Warmth aided in the comfort of expressions and protections, as seas of both blue and red washed away the sting of trial.
"Finally, I lie you to rest beneath this surface and under the grounds that you did not come from, but the ones in which you belong."
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-ROTT