Kay-Larr
Sphaera Tea Company Owner
It was time. Or perhaps long overdue. After her trip to Dagobah opened up her eyes, Kay had decided to go to a certain place on Bakura one last time. Terrac chose to be her pilot on this journey. He knew The Free Lady well enough and felt himself more or less recovered after his encounter with a Knight of Ren on Bespin. And he also wanted to be there for support. Terrac cared for Kay almost as though she was his own daughter. At times he wished that she was. But regardless, he was proud of her. Especially for deciding to go on this trip.
As the hours passed before they arrived, Kay was preparing herself. She dressed herself in a simple white gown and packed her satchel with a bottle of Commenori Brandy, a tea pouch, a letter written on parchment, a firestarter and her favourite tea cup. She wore no shoes, preferring to go barefoot. The rest of the time she spent meditating.
A soft shudder was felt as the Free Lady touched down. Kay gathered her satchel and walked to her door. Terrac was there waiting for her as the ramp lowered. He gave her a half smile and handed her a handkerchief. "You know that you're going to need this, doll. Chin up. You're doing the right thing." Normally he would give a sarcastic comment, but not today.
Kay gave him a small smile and nodded a little. "Thanks. I'll be back soon." Or at least she hoped to.
She walked down the ramp and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. It was a cool night, but warm enough for her. The grass was a little wet with dew as she walked on it, moving into the tree line. A cemetery lay within it, yet it was old and almost forgotten. Kay knew where to go by heart, as she had gone many times before. At the base of a tree lay a slab of black marble, interlaced with wisps of light. There was no writing, no nothing. Just the tree and the marble.
Kay approached the tree and knelt down before the marble. She removed her satchel, the last thing of her late husband that she had, and placed it at the trunk of the tree, before taking out the contents, placing each of them on the marble. Tea leaves were crumpled into the cup while she hummed softly to herself. Then she picked up the letter and kissed it before placing it into the cup. The bottle of Brandy was opened next, and poured into the cup, dousing the letter as well. It was almost ritualistic with her movements and indeed she practiced it before her arrival. Kay closed the bottle and slipped it into the satchel.
One last thing to do. Her eyes drifted to the stars. She felt so small and insignificant, so unworthy of the sacrifice that was made for her. Yet she had to move on, had to let it all go at long last. A dozen years in mourning was enough. Kay lit her firestarter as she got to her feet and dropped it into the cup. The flames grew quickly, eating the contents inside. "Thank you....for everything." That was all that she could say before the tears started to fall. She turned around and went back the way that she came, drying her cheeks with Terrac's handkerchief. With each step she felt lighter. The further that she got away, she felt less burdened. Dawn would arrive in a couple of hours and with it would be a new chapter.
At the edge of the cemetery though, she stopped. Kay suddenly got the feeling that she wasn't alone.
As the hours passed before they arrived, Kay was preparing herself. She dressed herself in a simple white gown and packed her satchel with a bottle of Commenori Brandy, a tea pouch, a letter written on parchment, a firestarter and her favourite tea cup. She wore no shoes, preferring to go barefoot. The rest of the time she spent meditating.
A soft shudder was felt as the Free Lady touched down. Kay gathered her satchel and walked to her door. Terrac was there waiting for her as the ramp lowered. He gave her a half smile and handed her a handkerchief. "You know that you're going to need this, doll. Chin up. You're doing the right thing." Normally he would give a sarcastic comment, but not today.
Kay gave him a small smile and nodded a little. "Thanks. I'll be back soon." Or at least she hoped to.
She walked down the ramp and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. It was a cool night, but warm enough for her. The grass was a little wet with dew as she walked on it, moving into the tree line. A cemetery lay within it, yet it was old and almost forgotten. Kay knew where to go by heart, as she had gone many times before. At the base of a tree lay a slab of black marble, interlaced with wisps of light. There was no writing, no nothing. Just the tree and the marble.
Kay approached the tree and knelt down before the marble. She removed her satchel, the last thing of her late husband that she had, and placed it at the trunk of the tree, before taking out the contents, placing each of them on the marble. Tea leaves were crumpled into the cup while she hummed softly to herself. Then she picked up the letter and kissed it before placing it into the cup. The bottle of Brandy was opened next, and poured into the cup, dousing the letter as well. It was almost ritualistic with her movements and indeed she practiced it before her arrival. Kay closed the bottle and slipped it into the satchel.
One last thing to do. Her eyes drifted to the stars. She felt so small and insignificant, so unworthy of the sacrifice that was made for her. Yet she had to move on, had to let it all go at long last. A dozen years in mourning was enough. Kay lit her firestarter as she got to her feet and dropped it into the cup. The flames grew quickly, eating the contents inside. "Thank you....for everything." That was all that she could say before the tears started to fall. She turned around and went back the way that she came, drying her cheeks with Terrac's handkerchief. With each step she felt lighter. The further that she got away, she felt less burdened. Dawn would arrive in a couple of hours and with it would be a new chapter.
At the edge of the cemetery though, she stopped. Kay suddenly got the feeling that she wasn't alone.
