Mementos
Legacy Name: Mementos

Love you, always.

A small memorial piece that can be used as a decoration, paperweight, etc - anywhere where it can remind you of the good times and the beautiful spirit which kept you company for all those years.

Age: Young at heart

Birthday: June 28th

Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 186 cm / 6'1"

Occupation: Very Important Person

Hobbies: Collecting, bird watching

Likes: The old and forgotten, April showers, May flowers

Dislikes: Heavy storms

Guilty pleasure: Romantic letters

Personality: Heartfelt and reverent.
Eager to find new things and learn about new people.

A carved stone creature with large brown feathered wings and curved horns. Flowers grow without water on their body and trail behind them. Decorating the graveyard is their large, poignant collection of lost and found items.

Entertained by the whimsy of old love letters, worn toys, rusted jewelry and the like. A kind creature by nature. When looked at they go completely still yet always with a soft smile on their face.

Their generous side comes out when treating the mourning with fresh flowers and the way they treasure their collection of forgotten items, all brimming with foreign memories.

With great care and excited breath held tightly in their chest, they leaned down and carefully plucked the treasure from the grass. It glinted in the morning’s light as they lifted it, holding it above eye level to find an uninterrupted sun’s ray in which they could turn the glass sparrow and watch the rainbows of light dance through it.

“Beautiful” they said in a voice so full of awe that, if overheard, it would call tears to the eyes with its purity of honest emotion.

Their characteristic grin beamed brightly as they lifted and puffed their auburn-brown feathered wings, giving themselves just enough lift to settle atop the adjacent gravestone. (Good ‘ol Heath wouldn’t mind, don’t you worry!) Closing their eyes, they touched the treasure to their heart and sat with an inhuman stillness. The birds continued their morning songs, the wind continued to softly whisper across the treetops, and the sun’s rays continued to warm the stones through which they had been wandering - but they no longer felt or heard these things.

For while a bystander may pass and see a statue sitting quietly in reverence and continue quickly on their way with a sense they ought not disturb, the microexpressions that shifted across the otherwise peaceful face hinted at something more.

Their mind was elsewhere in space and time now, observing with full heart the beloved memory etched into the glass sparrow through love and time.

After a time, they hopped gracefully from the cool gray stone and slid the glass sparrow back into place in the tall grass against the grave. This memory was surely, in all their years of tending this graveyard, amongst their favorites.

He watched the earned sweat of labor rolled down the tanned arms of his beloved as she shifted the soil into place atop the new round of flower bulbs, the sun beat down on them both as he prepared to call out to her, to tell her of the cold pitcher of sweetened ice tea and pair of flower-etched glasses he had set on the porch for them to share, she sat up then and wiped the sweat from her brow, leaving a long streak of dark soil like a massive unibrow above her bright blue eyes, he laughed so hard he doubled over, so hard he accidentally shocked her with the sudden loud noise that launched from him. With first confusion, then realization, then mock anger she leapt from her seat amongst her flourishing garden and raced for the nearby hose intending to exact her revenge

The flowers - so like their own that grew from their stone body and trailed behind them - were beautiful. The love and laughter in the memory, so pure and full of delight.

With a final held gaze they gave the glass sparrow a blessing of protection. Then - with a heart radiating gratitude - they wandered on, flowers gently trailing them atop the lush grass in their graveyard of treasured mementos.