All things as they were, the aged guild master of Fairy Tail was a very unknown individual for Jikan. For a person like Jikan, she did not come off as opposition when they were on different sides to a scale in the past, but not the same. She felt different. Something foreign and trustworthy but needed to be cautious of. This act she was going on with right now was something she did not expect someone of her age, even if she was an elf. Jikan really did not take her as a jokester when they first met so long ago.
When she finally ‘appeared’ again, Jikan tried to get an understanding about what she was feeling. Judith had a different aura about her, she looked the same by all accounts. And as far as she could tell, no longer blessed by her old use of dragon slayer magic, she smelled the same at least. Hair, yep. Eyes, same old color. But, this magical presence felt odd, maybe even, otherworldly.
With a startled blink Jikan found the environment gone. Well, different. The large trees were sprouting seedlings. The worn out stone was freshly layered gravel, it felt like she hovered from this place. A bystander. A man was near suddenly, his appearance foreign to her, but there was someone next to him. It..looked like a younger Judith, maybe? On and on it rolled like a camera film, with the woman slowly changing while the man shifted like he was growing before fading in a shrinking size. The growth and loss of well tone muscles, the graying of hair, the wisdom forming on his face through experiences in life. They moved and took care of it all, creating the bench, the tome stones, the care and burying of bodies. The tears, mourning, the quietness of remembrance.
More and more, images of the past flowed through to Jikan. Pieces of a puzzle that made sense, and others where it was unknown to her ability to comprehend. But soon it was very clear. Faces she knew well enough. Each bringing something. Each showing respect and sadness. Honor. Love.
With reality, time, coming back to the present. Jikan felt a bit, overwhelmed with all of the information given at once. It was a lifetime of events, long and heavy, coming quick to this red headed by stander. But at Judith’s words Jikan slowly walked up. Giving a second as she stood before the grave but kneeling down and giving a soft pat to the stone tomb. “So this is your family rests. I am sorry to have bothered you then, Judith”.
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