Eleventh Cream Cake: [Action]

[vor]

[Very early in the morning, Gregor can be found in the back yard of house 60, carefully snipping a bit of black hair and setting it into a brazier he found for specifically this purpose. He adds a carefully constructed hatchwork of rosewood dowels. Two sprays of a perfume he found that smells a little like he remembers her wearing. Lastly, a white winter flower, waxy and perfect and elegant.

Twenty-one years ago on this day, Princess Kareen Vorbarra was killed.

The offering in the brazier burns quickly, thanks to the perfume, and with little smoke until the delicate white flower atop the pile withers and blackens.]

Comments

[vor]

[He swallows. He hasn't spoken with anyone about this.] Mine was...special.

[thedicearecast]

[Even Amelia doesn't miss his hesitation, and it makes her watch her tone. She doesn't come across as gentle very often, but in this situation, she tries.] Special how?

[vor]

It...was lucky that he died before he could inherit the Imperium.

[That's all he really wants to say about that. He presses his lips together.]

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia nodded slowly, getting the message and for once, not pushing the issue.]

Better to remember your mom anyway. She's the one that was with you.

[vor]

[He nods.] She was murdered. She attacked the man who tried to kill me.

[thedicearecast]

She died to save you. That tells you a lot of what you need to know right there.

[vor]

She didn't die to save me. [This is getting a little uncomfortable.] I don't know what she died for. I wasn't even there.

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's confused for a moment, until she thinks back and realizes that no, Gregor never actually said what she'd assumed. But he is right--it's definitely getting uncomfortable.]

It's good you weren't. That's a memory you don't need. [At least she's sure of that much. Amelia watched her mother waste away; she wouldn't wish that on anyone.]

Maybe if you write things out, it'll help you remember.