[ The entire settlement remains in mourning, and it's draped over everyone and everything like a shroud. Two funerals in as many months — Tifa can hardly wrap her head around it.
It's not that she's any stranger to death, unfortunately. It's more that she still feels so new, and so much has happened in the time that she's been here. It's the support of other Summoned, who patiently answer her questions or work with her on the various tasks that are asked of them, that have made this entire situation bearable.
Even if she still misses her home and her friends. The more days that pass, the more she wonders when she'll ever get to see them again.
Still, there isn't much point in moping. While the images of Winnifred being swallowed by the sea and that massive shadow of a god, a real god, flying above them haven't left her mind in the past weeks, life has to go on.
She's been told that wood needs to be cut down for the funeral pyre, but there's a specific way it has to be done. When the elder instructing her makes note of her uncertainty (this is clearly important and she doesn't want to get it wrong), she's practically shoved onto one of the other Summoned, a man called Travis.
He's got a gruff look about him, but that doesn't really bother her. She isn't one to judge by appearances, and so instead she nods to him in greeting before looking toward the tree line not far from them. ]
Are you familiar with the woods? I guess we need to cut down some trees.
[ She's been careful not to venture too far into them, but it looks like now is the time. ]
a higher purpose; closed to travis
It's not that she's any stranger to death, unfortunately. It's more that she still feels so new, and so much has happened in the time that she's been here. It's the support of other Summoned, who patiently answer her questions or work with her on the various tasks that are asked of them, that have made this entire situation bearable.
Even if she still misses her home and her friends. The more days that pass, the more she wonders when she'll ever get to see them again.
Still, there isn't much point in moping. While the images of Winnifred being swallowed by the sea and that massive shadow of a god, a real god, flying above them haven't left her mind in the past weeks, life has to go on.
She's been told that wood needs to be cut down for the funeral pyre, but there's a specific way it has to be done. When the elder instructing her makes note of her uncertainty (this is clearly important and she doesn't want to get it wrong), she's practically shoved onto one of the other Summoned, a man called Travis.
He's got a gruff look about him, but that doesn't really bother her. She isn't one to judge by appearances, and so instead she nods to him in greeting before looking toward the tree line not far from them. ]
Are you familiar with the woods? I guess we need to cut down some trees.
[ She's been careful not to venture too far into them, but it looks like now is the time. ]