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This time of year, Vanathi was most grateful to have been named the Vaanii, to have been able to fight alongside those who had died for the same thing she had died for. But also those who had died alongside her grandfather. A moment to remember the lives lost. The first years she’d done it, she’d felt horrible, remembering all the people she hadn’t been able to save, and how unfair it was that she got to survive while they perished.
Now, she was glad she was alive to remember them.
She’d left many offerings where she could, made food, written letters.
Now she was tired but content. Taking a seat at the edge of town, opening a bag of food to nibble on she noted another figure nearby coming out of the forest. Her eyes instantly caught on - beautiful - and she smiled. “Hello! I have not seen you before, I think, are you coming to visit Destarin, settling down? Or do you have a nice little hut in the forest?”















