Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2020 23:12:43 GMT -5
a few days ago....
Tax had woke before the sun would kiss the night sky away, he sat about to getting his chores done and his granddad's as well. The man had just lost his wife a week ago and Tax had never seen such a adaptive, strong, two totally different minds, but yet loving couple like his grandparents had shared. His grandda was a hard man not unforgiving or even unloving but he valued hard work, respecting ones elders or superiors, and family. Ol'nan was soft hearted and embraced everyone, usually Tax when grandda shared a lesson that would end with a hard smack to the back of his head.
They held a small ceremony for ol'nan because in reality they were the last three of the Vynka bloodline. Now there were two. One was to old and the other not interested much in girls to continue the line.
Tax returned to their little abode with a basket of eggs and cold kept game birds, he was going to cook for the old man before heading out for his daily patrol. Grandda hadn't really stopped holding ol'nans ashes and that's where Tax found him sitting in his chair next to Ol'nans, he ate in silence, prayed loudly for comfort, and in the evening he was right back to holding the urn...
"Wealthy mornin grandda, you hankering for eggs and burd? Jaysus its cold," Tax could see his breath even though winter was almost over the mornings were still nippy, "Did'ja let the fire go out again? Huh?"
No answer and it made Tax stop what he was going with some kindling, it wasn't hard to tell what had happened the glassy eyed stare and the hand clenched tightly still in a fist by his chest was enough for Tax to know his grandfather's heart had given out finally....
Possibly heartbreak? Old age? Tax closed the old mans eyes and took ol'nans ashes so they could both whisper a prayer over the body....
...current day
Tax stood in the evening wind dressed down to just his darkest green of attire. He had fought tears, his ol'nan told him stories that he hadn't shed a tear when he was a babe during his parents funeral. Tax wouldn't break today. While they both had raised him and loved him Tax felt mourning them in sadness was a great dishonor, he would send their ashes off together on a gust of wind. Removing the tops of the urns and with both hands he held his hands out, they were coated in the dust of his grandparents....
"....their names are not their own,
It is borrowed from my ancestors and I return them unstained.
Their honor isn't bound to here,
It is on loan from my descendants I must give it back unbroken.
Our blood is not our own, it will be a gift to the generations to come. We shall carry it with responsibility..."
Fate. Fate blew a strong wind just as Tax let go of the handfuls of ashes. Fate pulled a few wet tears out of Tax Vynka. They were dried just as quickly by the winds. The young man finished the ceremony in quiet prayer and dry eyes when he was finished he turned to the few clans members that had joined, "I say thanks for joining me today everyone, drinks and foods back home if you care to join me or please take some friends," he sounded tired but in good spirit.
Leandre Fionain and Niamh Fionain
Tax had woke before the sun would kiss the night sky away, he sat about to getting his chores done and his granddad's as well. The man had just lost his wife a week ago and Tax had never seen such a adaptive, strong, two totally different minds, but yet loving couple like his grandparents had shared. His grandda was a hard man not unforgiving or even unloving but he valued hard work, respecting ones elders or superiors, and family. Ol'nan was soft hearted and embraced everyone, usually Tax when grandda shared a lesson that would end with a hard smack to the back of his head.
They held a small ceremony for ol'nan because in reality they were the last three of the Vynka bloodline. Now there were two. One was to old and the other not interested much in girls to continue the line.
Tax returned to their little abode with a basket of eggs and cold kept game birds, he was going to cook for the old man before heading out for his daily patrol. Grandda hadn't really stopped holding ol'nans ashes and that's where Tax found him sitting in his chair next to Ol'nans, he ate in silence, prayed loudly for comfort, and in the evening he was right back to holding the urn...
"Wealthy mornin grandda, you hankering for eggs and burd? Jaysus its cold," Tax could see his breath even though winter was almost over the mornings were still nippy, "Did'ja let the fire go out again? Huh?"
No answer and it made Tax stop what he was going with some kindling, it wasn't hard to tell what had happened the glassy eyed stare and the hand clenched tightly still in a fist by his chest was enough for Tax to know his grandfather's heart had given out finally....
Possibly heartbreak? Old age? Tax closed the old mans eyes and took ol'nans ashes so they could both whisper a prayer over the body....
...current day
Tax stood in the evening wind dressed down to just his darkest green of attire. He had fought tears, his ol'nan told him stories that he hadn't shed a tear when he was a babe during his parents funeral. Tax wouldn't break today. While they both had raised him and loved him Tax felt mourning them in sadness was a great dishonor, he would send their ashes off together on a gust of wind. Removing the tops of the urns and with both hands he held his hands out, they were coated in the dust of his grandparents....
"....their names are not their own,
It is borrowed from my ancestors and I return them unstained.
Their honor isn't bound to here,
It is on loan from my descendants I must give it back unbroken.
Our blood is not our own, it will be a gift to the generations to come. We shall carry it with responsibility..."
Fate. Fate blew a strong wind just as Tax let go of the handfuls of ashes. Fate pulled a few wet tears out of Tax Vynka. They were dried just as quickly by the winds. The young man finished the ceremony in quiet prayer and dry eyes when he was finished he turned to the few clans members that had joined, "I say thanks for joining me today everyone, drinks and foods back home if you care to join me or please take some friends," he sounded tired but in good spirit.
Leandre Fionain and Niamh Fionain
