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After giving it some thought, Liam had decided to bring the flowers to his mother himself rather than have them delivered to the cemetary. He'd laid the bouquet by the stone bearing her name and then stood there in silence, not really sure what he was supposed to do.
Some people talked to their dead loved ones in places like this, he knew. And there were things he wanted to say. Wanted to share, wanted to get off his chest. But not here. Ireland had been her home, had been integral to who she was, but this, this marker... her parents (his grandparents, whispered something in the back of his mind) had had it made, but the truth was, they hadn't known the person their daughter had become in her final years. Hadn't known what she'd done in the name of the Companions. Hadn't known about her Joining with Ha'gel. Hadn't known those regrets she'd expressed in her final moments.
Hadn't known about him.
On a whim, he'd pulled two of the daises from the bouquet, hit up a local sporting goods store, and then booked a portal (Portalocity portal, the lowercase-p kind, he didn't feel like dealing with the flags his profile would raise if he used the Portal system.) that would drop him off at a particular spot in the Austrian mountains.
Despite only having ever been here once before himself, he knew this cave well. Still, his descent was slow and careful, marked with an overabundance of caution.
Siobhan Beckett had been familiar with this cave too, and this is where she had taken her final breaths. True, it had more to deal with the malfunctioning CVI shutting down her brain function than recklessness, but no sense in taking chances.
Once he reached the bottom, he found a spot with a good view of the small waterfall that trickled through the cave, laying the pair of flowers down on the cave floor and sitting with his back against the wall.
"Happy birthday, mother," he said to the empty air in front of him, fingers of his right hand twisting at his wedding band. "I know it's been a while, but a lot's happened since you came to visit. I figured it was about time I updated you on everything..."
[ooc: NFB due to distance and mostly establishy, though can be open for calls/texts/etc.]
Some people talked to their dead loved ones in places like this, he knew. And there were things he wanted to say. Wanted to share, wanted to get off his chest. But not here. Ireland had been her home, had been integral to who she was, but this, this marker... her parents (his grandparents, whispered something in the back of his mind) had had it made, but the truth was, they hadn't known the person their daughter had become in her final years. Hadn't known what she'd done in the name of the Companions. Hadn't known about her Joining with Ha'gel. Hadn't known those regrets she'd expressed in her final moments.
Hadn't known about him.
On a whim, he'd pulled two of the daises from the bouquet, hit up a local sporting goods store, and then booked a portal (Portalocity portal, the lowercase-p kind, he didn't feel like dealing with the flags his profile would raise if he used the Portal system.) that would drop him off at a particular spot in the Austrian mountains.
Despite only having ever been here once before himself, he knew this cave well. Still, his descent was slow and careful, marked with an overabundance of caution.
Siobhan Beckett had been familiar with this cave too, and this is where she had taken her final breaths. True, it had more to deal with the malfunctioning CVI shutting down her brain function than recklessness, but no sense in taking chances.
Once he reached the bottom, he found a spot with a good view of the small waterfall that trickled through the cave, laying the pair of flowers down on the cave floor and sitting with his back against the wall.
"Happy birthday, mother," he said to the empty air in front of him, fingers of his right hand twisting at his wedding band. "I know it's been a while, but a lot's happened since you came to visit. I figured it was about time I updated you on everything..."
[ooc: NFB due to distance and mostly establishy, though can be open for calls/texts/etc.]
