"Your deference pleases me," says Highbough, raising his finger to his own lips in a gesture of agreement. "Let us pay our respects to the little one the men call 'Roofus.' It might look suspicious to our hosts if we do not make a token gesture of sympathy..."mgtremaine wrote: Wen listens intently to Highbough and nods. "If that is your wish Taurnorn, then it will be so. Our people have always honored the eldest, for if you can not honor those who have seen their", and here Wen the Elven word for "quarter-million sunrises", then you can not honor life itself. I do not think or people will judge you that harshly, but I have not the right to speak of things you do not want spoken of. The Wildwold has need of us I think, you are my friend and companion so." Wenfinishes with a single finger raised to his lips.
The elf now known as Taurnorn freshens his appearance before attending the funeral rites. He stows his Ire Spear and Cloak of Elemental Night with his traveling gear, dons more elegant, nature-themed clothing typical of his kind, and combs the knots from his long silver hair. WIth sword slung at his side in the style of a Gentle-Elf, rather than leaning on his customary spear, Highbough/Taurnorn stands strong and tall, without the usual hunch in his back, and his traveling companions might do a double take to see him look so fair, almost... gay!
He participates quietly but respectfully in the ceremony for Rufus, meditating on the grinding inevitability of time. He is the last to leave the grave site, lingering a while longer as would any old Elf stopping to appreciate the beauty of nature. It is what they would expect from one such as Taurnorn, he thinks for a moment, a thought he immediately crushes with his iron will.