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Rosellia's Grave
After being able to speak with her mother, Asty led the group to a path in the woods that led to a field of dandelions.
They looked around and saw how beautiful it was. The sun was before them, and they could feel it burning through their skin, but even so— their eyes were fixed on the blanket of flowers that seemed to flow against the wind.
"This is so beautiful." Lana commented.
Asty smiled at her. "This is where my mistress is buried."
"Why isn't she buried in a proper grave?"
"That is because this is what she requested. That is a part of her will to be buried under the field of dandelions, chrysanthemums, and daisies. She wanted to face the sun and the skies. She wanted to look at the blanket of stars as she rested. That is what she imagined."
They smiled at her and walked towards the field.
"I think it is better if we leave you be." Chaol told Asty, Yvonne, and Robynn. "I think you guys need more of an alone time with this,
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