Thistle bit her lip as Leon spoke and others whispered around the wonderful speech, and Thistle still didn't really understand. Where was the Bevy going? Wasn't she right here? Wasn't she just asleep? What was this 'death' that the lion was talking about, and the great beyond and all that that Leon spoke of? It was confusing and she didn't really like being kept in the dark, and when Bartos and Quintus were talking about revenge and liberation, she felt really upset and unsettled. She didn't like it one bit, this talk of 'death'. Leon's speech was much prettier and much more sweet. Sad, but sweet.

So she sat and looked as the stones covered the bird and she frowned and frowned. She didn't much like death. Not at all.
[exit Thistle]