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It was midday, the sun was out, and younger kids were in the park playing. One boy had fallen and scraped his knee. Tears filled his eyes and had begun to stream down his cheeks. No matter what his mother did, she couldn't calm him.

Stefan had gone over and talked to his mom asking if he could help, when she said yes Stefan stepped back and began to sing in old Norse.

The area around him, the boy, and his mother morphed telling the story of the four deer of Norse tradition. Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrr and Duraþrór, nipping at the great tree, Yggdrasil, causing him pain.

A crowd began to form watching the impromptu performance. He didn't expect anyone to know what he was saying, but the images did seem to serve the goal of stopping the little boy from crying, especially as Duneyrr seemed to trod right up to him then prance off.

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The island was unlike anything Carcass had ever seen, and she was not yet certain how she should feel about it. Certainly she was glad that she didn't need to kill anything anymore, she was glad to be free of bondage. But not using her abilities didn't make them disappear, and all the freedom and options the island offered made her feel anxious, almost afraid. Carcass had never lived a life with options, it had always been simple both before and after her demise, albeit in different ways.

But Master had told Carcass to at least try to explore the island, familiarize herself with the surroundings. Carcass wanted to respect the wishes of her saviour, so she did just that. Floated all around the city, looking at sights and people with unblinking eyes. Carcass saw how some people looked upon her with confusion and even fear, and she felt strange joy about that. It meant that no one would carelessly approach her, and Carcass wouldn't have to be afraid or drive them away.

Carcass arrived to the entrance of a large park, and she paused at the entrance. She had gone there before when she'd visited the community center. But that had been at night, everything looked different at night. Now the park was vibrant with all shades of green, and upon seeing that Carcass instinctively made sure her elbow-long gloves were on properly and she floated bit higher, so her bare feet wouldn't even accidentally touch the ground. Carcass didn't want to even accidentally kill any plants, not ever again.
After a moment of mental preparation Carcass floated forward and into the park.

All the sounds of life, the wind in the trees and singing birds made Carcass' heart both soar and ache. Her expression remained the same, emotionless aside from a small empty smile, but inside her emotions were churning and Carcass' hands were squeezed into loose fists.
Carcass arrived to a play area, supposedly for children, and she suddenly heard singing. The song was...familiar, and drew Carcass in to listen closer. As she arrived to the edge of a crowd listening to the song Carcass could make out the words, and realized she knew the language. It was the language in which she and her sisters had spoken, so long ago. Carcass froze where she stood, as the words painted a picture in her mind. And that picture made the ache in her heart swell to portions, that she couldn't contain. So, gradually and quietly, tears started falling from Carcass' eyes and didn't stop even after the song ended.
 

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Stefan's singing ended, and the small crowd began to applaud. Making sure his mirrored aviators didn't fall off, he gave a short bow in appreciation and walked over to the boy who was now smiling. His mom thanked him and they walk off together.

The center of attention. It was a place he found himself at often, intentionally or not. Smiling faces all around him started to go about their business, and made Carcass stand out as icy blue eyes scanned the small crowd from behind mirrored lenses. She was crying, and not tears of joy.

Stefan cocked his head to the side slightly watching her. Taking in the details about her. Something called to him, and slowly he stepped in her direction. He didn't want to frighten her as she already seemed upset, so his voice reached out calmly to her.

"Hey....you ok?"

Did she understand the song and that's why she was crying? Was she thinking about home? Was she from his neck of the woods? So many questions ran through his mind as he waited patiently.
 

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Carcass hadn't even realized she was crying, she was deep in her thoughts, reliving the springs and summers of old. She could no longer feel neither heat or cold, and thus Carcass remained oblivious to the warm tears streaming down her cheeks.
Eventually the crowd dispersed but Carcass remained still, staring at the distant past with a blank, if not slightly sorrowful expression on her face. But someone approached her, and words spoken in the same voice as the song that had brought upon old memories pulled Carcass out of her stupor.

Carcass' jet black eyes focused on the man before her. Blonde hair and bright blue eyes, not unlike the humans that had killed Carcass and her sisters. This made Carcass pull away slightly, but she had been asked a question, and she was compelled to answer. Carcass yet remained ignorant of the tears on her face, that still kept streaming.
"Yes...what would make you assume otherwise?"
Carcass answered, keeping her voice steady, and the small empty smile returned at full force, as she tilted her head slightly.
 

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Stefan squinted from behind the mirror lenses. She had obviously been lost in some thought. It couldn't have been from what he had been singing about could it? It always reminded him of home.

"Uh... you're crying."

A finger raised to his own cheek to indicate to her that she was and had been crying. Stefan was genuinely concerned as not many people in the middle of the park on a beautiful day broke out into tears.

He facial features were still soft. Trying to be as welcoming as possible so as not to upset her further. Stefan always wanted to comfort people, part of his lineage you could say.
 

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Crying? That couldn't be, Carcass would've notic-
But when Carcass lifted a hand to her cheek her glove turned moist on the fingertips. Carcass let out a quiet gasp and quickly lifted an arm to her face, momentarily forgetting her manners and elegant demeanour. The most important thing was erasing the tears, erasing the sign of weakness. Carcass rubbed her cheeks almost fervently and didn't stop until the tears were gone and they didn't stream anymore. But...
There was a witness.

Carcass cautiously looked at the man before her, searching his face for signs of contempt or ulterior motives. She didn't see any, she only saw concern, but Carcass was smarter than to just assume that meant the man was to be trusted. No one was to be trusted.
"I am no longer. I am grateful for your concern, there is no more need for it. Farewell."
Carcass said, resetting her expression the best she could. Some traces of sorrow remained and Carcass' eyes were still moist, but Carcass had forced her own feelings down for many many decades now, so subtle signs like that were hard to erase once she let them show. Carcass did a small curtsy, lifting the hem of her dress delicately, and began to turn away. She still felt like crying and would probably need to find a place void of plant life to cry for a moment.
 

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Seeing her fervently wiping the tears away, it almost seemed as if she was trying to scrub what happened away. She seemed to look at him with contempt? No, worry. Worry that he might be upset with her. Why would Stefan be upset with her crying?

Shortly after she gave a quick curtsy, a short farewell and began to turn. Stefan wasn't going to let her get away that quick. He was concerned, especially if she didn't know she was crying until he said something.

(Old norse): "You can understand me..."

There was a sneaking suspicion that she understood his home language. Something you didn't run across often. Stefan continued to watch her, trying to see any small reaction she might give to the all but forgotten language.
 

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Carcass didn't get far, in fact she hadn't even moved, before the man spoke again. With that language. Carcass instinctively froze, her back now to the man. And she used that fact and allowed herself to frown slightly and bite her lip. The tears wanted to fall again, but now that Carcass was aware of it she could deny them. She merely turned her head slightly, not enough for the man to see her face, and said, in a low voice heavy with emotion.
"Do not speak to me in that tongue."

Carcass said nothing more and began floating away at walking speed, hoping that the man wouldn't follow. She was too emotional, it was dangerous. Carcass shouldn't, wouldn't, show her emotions before a stranger. Master was fine, Master was safe, but anyone else couldn't be trusted. Anyone could hurt Carcass even more, and she had been hurt enough. No more.
 

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A hand reached out towards her quickly as she started moving away from him. It was the universal sign that they wanted the person to stop or come back.

She did understand him. Someone outside of home (that wasn't centuries old) actually understood his native tongue. How? Stefan still had so many questions and she was leaving.

"Wait.... please..."

His voice was almost begging her. He hadn't met anyone outside of Fólkvangr or Valhalla that spoke his language and was dying to know her story.

"How do you know my native language?"

Stefan took a step or two forward keeping the distance from getting to great to casually chat. He wasn't just going to let her go after he had obviously done something to upset her
 

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Carcass didn't want to wait. She wanted to get away and hide, so she could cry her soul out and then forget all about it. Carcass certainly didn't want to remain and let this stranger get even more under her skin.
But the plead, the plead with that voice, was like a chain, that wrapped around Carcass and stopped her from moving. But Carcass didn't turn or speak, only floated in place with few meters between her and the man, back turned to him.

To tell the story of how Carcass knew his tongue would be short, but painful, and Carcass had no intention to share it. She hadn't even shared it with Master, Carcass' past was painful and irrelevant. Not even a speck of that carefree nymph was left inside her. Death had taken all of her away and none had been left in this new life.
"It matters not."
Carcass merely said quietly, keeping her face strictly expressionless as she turned her head enough to look at the man.
"Surely you can find other individuals on this island who know your tongue. I matter not. So please leave me be."
Before you make my tears fall all over again.
 
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