Silent Vigil [9:45 pm]

[Riven Shadowlight]

Riven walks with Juniper towards Stormvale. He does not wear any of his weapons or armor, though the bandages on his hands and forearms remain. He does however, carry a small basket inside of which rests about a dozen candles or so. Some of the candles are white, some purple and the remainder are multi-colored, black and green. 
When he reaches the fire, he places the basket on one of the benches, and begins to start the fire before sitting down and taking a white candle.

[Dr. Moran]

Ursel follows shortly after, her hands in her pockets. She has also forgone armour and is wearing a flower crown, her expression sombre as she finds a tree to lean on.

[Juniper]

Juniper stays close to Riven, she remains quiet as he begins preparing things. She mostly seems to observe, occasionally glancing around to look at Ursel.Like the others she carries no weapons. Except for her gorget she wears no armour.

[Riven Shadowlight]

Riven takes a stick out of the basket and places it in the fire. Once its end catches, he lights the candle he is holding and offers it to Jun. He then picks up a purple candle, lights it and carries it over to Ursel

[Dr. Moran]

She accepts it with a small nod of thanks, holding it in both hands.

[Riven Shadowlight]

He returns the nod and moves back to the fire, picking up another white candle and lighting it. He positions himself so he can view all who are present. If any more arrive, he will continue to light candles for them.
"I guess we should begin..." there's a pang to his voice "First I would like to thank all who have come. This is for me just as much as it is for you. I have prepared a short speech, so please bear with me through it." he manages a weak smile "After I finish speaking, silent reflection will follow. Remember, you can leave at any time and can stay for as long as you need to. There is no obligation tied to any of this. So, let us begin..." he takes a deep breath "Grief is an experience common to us all. We all lose someone we love at sometime. The difference lies in the names and circumstances of our loss. To lose a parent, a teacher, is to lose the past. To lose a lover or comrade is to lose the present. And to lose a child is to lose the future. Each of us has loved and lost and, the grief we feel because of it can be overwhelming. I believe the depth of our grief arises from the depth of our love. For, how can we not deeply grieve when someone precious has left us? It is only natural. Do not think for one moment that this makes you weak. Or that you need to hide behind a mask of stoicism. It is fine to be sad. It is fine to be angry. To shed tears or be confused. It is fine to feel. Whatever plagues your hearts, is fine. And it is fine for these emotions to linger. For only time can ease the pain but…True scars like these, never heal quickly nor completely. Nor do they have to. What is important, is that we persevere. That we continue to live on, so we may honor their memory. That responsibility falls to us. It falls to us to fight and strive to be the best versions of ourselves that we can. To live life to the fullest and become people that they can be proud of—that we can be proud of. Do not let guilt define your life. Do not let the burden of “what if” drag you down into apathy. Instead, learn what you can from your loss and march on. For we cannot change the past, only carve the future. I will not stand here and lie, claiming that this is easy. It isn’t. It is one of the most difficult obstacles we face in life. I can’t even say how long it’ll take…everyone is different. And because of that, there is no ‘right’ or ‘proper’ way to handle grief. There is only your way. Remember, they may be gone, but their spirit, their memories, their legacy…live on through us."

[Dr. Moran]

She listens, absently picking the wax off her hand as the candle drips. When he finishes she takes a seat with her back to the tree, watching Riven silently.

[Riven Shadowlight]

He sits down quietly, candle in hand. He bows his head, hiding his face from view and lets the wax drip as it may.

[Carrion]

Carrion stands quietly near the others gathered, listening to Riven's words.

[Promises]

Sevatar comes to the edge of the gathering. He looks in with a hand on his chin.
He looks like he wants to say something for a few seconds before it fades and he watches the lit candles.
He settles down to sit shortly after.