"Drake's not dead while his words are still spoken."
It was a Nocturne who said it first, I think. You'll hear it anywhere there's been Nocs around for more than two generations.
I never really believed it. Dead is dead, and that's the end of it.
Then I killed Miran. Now, I - I'd better go back.
Everyone knew Miran. Everyone could talk to Miran, he would always listen, and I mean really listen. He would just look at you like he saw everything you wanted to be and say, "And then
what?"
Just like that.
I couldn't say why I killed him, now. I don't know if I could have then. But I did it, and then I thought things were[/i] better[/i].
I was wrong about that.
After he died, Nira didn't stop talking for days. Not to anyone, just trying to fill the void. I could sympathize, a little, but mostly I didn't understand what had happened.
She started hearing people again a couple weeks later, started talking to the hatchlings. She hadn't dealt in the present before Miran died, not as the archivist to his chronicler, but she learned quickly enough when she needed to.
One day Skimmer came up to her on his clumsy little paws, said Kuhta was framing him for the ruined painting. (Don't ask me about Kuhta's side, I never heard it.)
Nira just sat there and heard him out, listened to his side of the story, and then asked "And then
what?"
I ran like a rabbit.
Didn't help. The whole clan would ask that question when someone finished their story, and I ran every time. Eventually just packed up and left.
We're a clan of messengers. Anywhere I went, I would eventually have come back and heard it again. And again.
Drake's not dead while his words are still spoken.
He isn't dead.
He isn't dead.
AN: Based on
this.
And a few things that weren't explicity said: Miran's a Pearlcatcher. Nira's a Nocturne. The narrator is male, and in the medium size range for breed. Skimmer and Kuhta are both Imperial hatchlings.