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Meeting the parent | last impressions. by orphan_account for firus_rising
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
12 Feb 2014
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The women knelt on the hillside below the blooming tree, gifts of rice wine and his favoured living sweets in their palms. With a spark born of metal scraping on metal, Lan Fan lit the two thin sticks of incense, murmuring a prayer in a language May did not and could not understand.
Despite the Qing Ming Festival yet months away in the spring past the new year, the huntsmen of the southern mountains celebrated the anniversaries of births rather than the anniversaries of deaths. And so Lan Fan, her tongue contorting into the shape of words whose meaning she had long lost but whose sound remained engraved in the annals of her childhood, inclined her head. Wisps of smoke mingling with the falling snow to coat the white expanse in droplets of grey. Smoke, for her grandfather, cremated and scattered to ride the wind, had no true grave. The huntsmen of the southern mountains carried their dead on their shoulders.
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- Part 11 of Fullmetal Femslash February 2014