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Will it go anywhere? No

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Solas sat in his office pouring over numbers and figures. Christmas at Dread Wolf Lodge was always a busy season despite the freezing temperatures outside. The perks of having an indoor water park, he supposed.

Felassan had deposited the latest reports on his desk earlier that morning. It appeared they were poised to have their largest quarter yet, and he would do all in his power to ensure they turned record breaking profits.

He knew his new hire, renowned chef Lucanis Dellamorte, would be busy prepping breakfast down at Lighthouse Tables and Kitchen. Bellara and Neve were already manning guest services with their tablets and smiles. Neve and Taash spent their time prepping the water park, ensuring all life guards and safety measures were in place. Harding had the gift shop while Emmrich opened the Starbeaks. And of course, that left the three kids Spite, Manfred, and Assan to take care of the Arlathan Arcade and Games.

They were a smooth operation, helmed by the Dread Wolf himself. A wry smile was on his lips as he gazed out the window overlooking his den of gains and dividends.

memorial :: gina myers for J

In my life so much happens that I would like to write about, but then something else happens & things are always happening. You, my friend, are underground & will always be there. I did not help you, but you always helped me. When I was an atheist, I believed in people. Now as a nihilist, my grief has no hope. And I could say there is no reason to keep going,

The wind knows the paths brushes have dragged through our hair. She recognizes the reverence and carries her fingers through locks with the same dedication. Strands puffed into gloss sticky lips, pulled away from a jovial grin.

The earth feels the stampede of our feet, our girlhoods chasing each other through fields of green devotion. Arms reaching, she feels as we slow and fall together, shoulders brushing as gasping breaths push our backs into the damp earth. Vibrations of love shake her crust as we reminisce with the clouds.

The forest listens as our giggles blow dandelion seeds through her branches. Hands pull flowers from the earth and our joy reunites the lost beauty with its maker. The trees listen as those petals we cheerfully disperse take root and begin new life.

The ocean tastes our tears shared amongst her waves. She savours the rivulets interrupted on cheeks too late, the sobs muffled into strong shoulders. She knows the flavour of our doubts and the words we spew to comfort each other just as well.

The universe knows how we have loved each other. She has been with us each moment, the air in our lungs, the soft growth under foot, the liquid cradle rocking us with her waves. We may be apart now but the stars we’ll always share, I will commune with them until I can hold you once again.