The sky was in mourning. Clouds sprinkled the soft, green earth. The wind blew gently, whistling a slow lament. All about the Dome was silence, its cloak wrapped tight around the halls, corridors and rooms. Mesfido had never met Johnny Bones yet even so, the death of such a loved man could not fail to affect him. It was the sympathy for all does that had loved Johnny that Mesfido felt more so than grief. Their pain ran through him, dragging the memory of Jaina’s near death experience back into his mind. It had almost destroyed him, almost driven to madness.

Someone had once said that every death diminishes us all. Those words could not have been truer.

Mesfido stared blankly at the gardens below. Three men were digging a grave. He knew one, it was Kenjin. Now was not the time for talking to the Encorna though. Not in this time of mourning and grief. Even the great Kenjin himself had come to pay tribute to Johnny. There was little Mesfido could do for those close to Johnny but there was one thing, one simple gesture that he would make.

The fallen angel glided to the earth far beneath, landing without the slightest noise. He glanced briefly at Kenjin, neither saying a word. His gaze flickered to the headstone. Mesfido’s fingers dug into his pockets, searching out a cool marble touch. The smooth stone connected with his fingertips. He drew out the marble touchstone, the angelic rune of healing dangling from its end.

He placed it in his open palm, placing his other above it. His eyes shut, instinctively switching on his elemental vision. Even the elements seemed to mourn Johnny’s death. Mesfido had never seen them so sullen, so dull. He called forth the power of his own Seven Elements and focused them into the touchstone.

His hand began shine, a glowing star of a thousand colours. A pair of whispered words wound their way out of his throat, “Sanatio Tristi.” The shimmering lights flickered and vanished into the marble, its surface changing, undergoing an incredible metamorphous. He pulled away his hand, the stone levitating in air.

It began to grow, a stem winding down to the damp grass, leaves flowing out from its side. The angelic rune widened, blooming into beautiful petals. Mesfido stepped back, glancing over his work. It was all he could do.

The flower’s stem seemed to change colour with every passing second. No colour it took was ever the same, an infinite scale of purples, reds, yellows, greens, blues, pinks and any and every colour fuelled it. The petals too seemed to change with every look, each a different colour to the next. Mesfido extended his huge hand, his fingers touching one of the petals. Gently, ever so carefully, he plucked one of the petals. A sparkle of light and sound flittered through the air. He stared at it, content with his gift. He walked over to the empty grave, dropping the single petal into. He murmured, “To ease the grief.”

The petal fluttered to a halt at the base of the grave. Suddenly, it was awash with colour. Veins of life spread out into the earth, riddling their way through the grave’s walls. All around flowers burst into life, surrounding the grave with a mass of ever changing colour. That was Mesfido’s gift. He hoped his words had been powerful enough, that they would fulfil their meaning and ease the grief.

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~Fabulous Siggy by Insaney~