Koda;
I stand with my arms crossed as I stare at the piling mountain of gifts in Mother's room. So many gifts, the room is starting to look like a treasury instead of a bedroom…
When the first gift came, it was simply a basket of sweetened berries wrapped in white cloth, then came a jar of healing balms, then beautiful handmade bracelets woven with bear fur, feathers and clay beads. A gift I know took a lot of time and sentiment to make.
Then more baskets came… Then flowers, then notes wishing Mother a speedy recovery… they just… kept coming.
More and more by the minute.
I stand at the doorway as I watch Mother's aide meticulously pile up each gift on the floor in the corner of the room.
A steady line of Gravemaw citizens respectfully place their gifts right outside the room. They bow to me, and some give me encouraging smiles, while others give me hopeful smiles before leaving.
Some whisper prayers, and some linger as if hoping Mother would call them in and speak to them.
