"A great, quietly whispering wind beckons us to draw near with our last breath to the place of meeting and reunion," the priest began.

He was the priest at a nearby church where Sable's family attended. He was very short, Runa observed; which seemed strange for a man in this authority. He had thinning blonde hair and wore small, thin rimmed glasses. He was holding an open book but not reading from it.

"This is not a new wind to some. But to others it is new. It seems cold and in this dark world we seem to feel it more at times; times like today when we gather to say goodbye."

Tears began to flow again as Runa watched the crowd, clearly moved by the words. She could not find the tears herself yet. But she did feel bad for June's mother who was weeping terribly.

"Lord may your wind bring one last warm air to our hearts instead of cold as we lay to rest dear June. Let it remind us of our love for her and her love for those around her. She is not as far out of reach as we believe. For her touch is not only of flesh and blood but of spirit. And that spirit is alive in every heart who knew her."

He paused and looked up through the trees. Runa looked to see where he was looking. There was something on a hill on the horizon but she could not make it out. It was some kind of small structure.

"At the gates, as your daughter finds the way; greet her with your open arms today, dear lord. Gather her into your embrace and shield her ever more in your light and warmth. Keep her close until we join you there."

As the ceremony ended and people began to walk away, Dr. Eleanor Ravensdale and Sable made their way to a stone graveyard bench and sat down together. They were both watching as Runa left with her friend, Mendalie.

"Well, what are you thinking?" Eleanor asked. Ellie was a pretty, grey haired woman. She wore her age well but Sable had an almost supernatural beauty for an older woman that put Ellie to shame. She had white hair and yet she had the appearance of a much younger woman.

"Can we trust this young lady? She is his daughter after all," Sable said.

"None of us know what his true intentions were, Sable."

"That's what I mean," Sable insisted.

"Well either way, it is tradition. She found the body," Ellie said.

"I know. I know," Sable told her, "It can't be helped, I guess."

"Besides, wouldn't you rather have her close if something starts to happen?"

"You make a good point, Ellie. You always do."

"Should we send out the invitation then?" Ellie asked.

Sable nodded and stood up to leave.

"Thank you for everything today," Sable said solemnly.

"Are you still leading the discussion tonight or do you want me to fill in?"

"Why would I want that?" Sable asked roughly.

"I just assumed you would be..."

"Nonsense; I'm not staying at home to puton a show. I will see you at seven."