“There is no Atlas here,” Dally replied in a soft tone. “Not today. Not in this situation. The lines of the Atlas are clear, especially here, on any other day. But today is not about Atlas, or wars, or petty feuds. Today is about honoring the life one of the top Dragon Lords. Today, we celebrate not only her life, but the friendships that have and continue to cross the lines that divide us on any other day. We are here to honor her passion, her skill, her love for this life. For we are raised to believe that this life is just a game. But, in all honesty, it is so much more than that. The proof of that is in the fact that most of those who are here, like us, did not know her. Many did, of course, but those who did not come here out of respect; respect for her, her clan, those who flew with and against her. And respect, my dear sister, is what holds us together through all of this.”
Obsi blinked back tears as she nodded. Dally let her go first to pay respects. Obsi knelt before the altar and said a prayer. As started forward to take her turn, she saw Astrid and Wrongful Death flying overhead on Hildr. Astrid is taking her home, she thought. Unable to hold herself together any longer, Dally fell to her knees and sobbed in front of the altar.
Obsi never could handle seeing Dally cry, so she hurried back to where their dragons waited for them. She climbed on Gunnar’s back and laid on his neck and let the tears flow. Lumina leaned over and put her head against Gunnar’s to comfort them both, and together the three of them mourned in silence.