777: Additional RP Server - southern-foothills︱memorial-for-the-lost

A bit of time before he headed to the forge, Vara'l headed deeper and higher into the estate to a place he'd made a habit of coming to each time he came to the planet. A simple structure upon a hill, a small building with a eternal fire in it accompanied by small motifs drawn from the faith of the elements. Each motif surrounded by carefully inscribed text, names. The memorial of the lost, faithfully brought into life here when the Hara first came to Mol'Rihan from the fleet, kept in the fleet as many PADDs and a holo program. A retelling of part of the memory and story of the house. Every name that greeted him as he walked into the simple structure was a story. Every Hara house member, every other name that'd joined that list, honoured for their friendship with the house and its members. Every name starting with the first at the top of the ceiling, the central name from which many other names arrayed out from. Y’Vtyr Hara Tir’Vryn. The founder long dead founder. Not the name he was therefore, that. No..he was here for other names, names further down the wall, into the modern times. Names past those of Saedan Hara and others who'd fallen fighting for the fleet of Dtan or other groups or for the Imperial Navy or due to the Tal Shiar. A few names in particular. Well. After he checked on two specifically. Mir t'Cora. Joha tr'Cora.

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Tracing both of those names as he looked at them, Vara'l softly sighed a bit. "Hello both of you." The Romulan softly sighed. "Come to report in again about your son..before I talk to the rest of the squad.." It'd be a while before Vara'l left there. For now.. he started to make his report. (edited)

After he'd made his report, he gently traced the names of Mir and Joha on the wall. Sighed as he considered those names, considered the people they belonged too.. considered what had happened to them. Where he'd last seen them. Joha smiling as he'd wished Vara'l a good day, heading home on a course that had ended with him dead by Tal Shiar hands. Mir. Mir in that hospital. "You'd be proud of him." Eventually.. he departed to go see to other duties.

Finding his way into the memorial once more sometime a bit later in his shore leave, Vara'l had planted himself near one of the walls of the room. The wall near Mir and other the other new names. The names that had once included one more than itself, one that had included one more name than it once had. A name partially painted out. A name that in the silence he contemplated the presence of, covered as it was. A name he mostly related to but also sometimes wondered about. Was it his? Did it truly belong to him despite all that had occurred, all that had been done to him, the crucible in which he'd developed? Was he, removed from who he'd once been as he was, still the person to who that named belonged? Was he truly Vara'l tr'Hara of the house Hara. The smith and soldier who'd once served in the Imperial fleet and through that had remained loyal to his house. To a house that that empire would have destroyed if they'd known everything about it. Truly known everything about it, specifically about its members and what they'd believed. Information he had, at points, not even known about. Would that man have recognized him now? The one who'd stood at the head of dust caked survivors, watched at the corridor as the dark peace had been shattered by red lights, the one who'd had his hearing snatched from him and had stood back up and carried on? He wasn't entirely sure about that, the people who could have told him that were names carved into a wall..or into his soul, remembered despite everything snatched from him. A memory that had returned to him quickly. Elements he missed them. He'd missed them more keenly in recent times as his firstborn was off on deployment, as he waited with baited breath for word. He missed his old friends. He had..a new friend now. But.. part of him hesitated to concede to that. Part of him still struggled with that. Still struggled with the fact someone had befriended him. Perhaps more than one someone.

Elohae walked in quietly. He'd seen Vara'l enter the simple stone building earlier. Waited as he allowed the other some time alone, waited until he..sensed there might be a need for someone else. Might be a need for company. Telim was with his grandparents and safe, not needing his presence for now, he could go check on Vara'l. There was time and there was need, or there seemed like there might be need. People haunted by war and lost carried themselves in a way that, if you knew what you looked for, could be recognized. He knew what he was looking for. He'd felt it himself so.. he walked inside. Walked inside and looked around for a time..before he spotted Vara'l. Spotted them and tapped twice on the nearest solid and unmarked bit of wooden bench. Rapped hard and, he hoped, loudly. Rapped out a pattern, a house pattern. Moved alongside Vara'l after he did so, signed. "I thought I should come check on you and your ghosts, Vara'l of the House Hara." His signs followed by a careful smile, a sympathetic smile. "Thought you might care for company with ghosts of their own."

Vara'l twitched at the rapped sound. Smiled as he recognized who it was, appreciative of their presence as he signed. "I thank you for that, Elohae of House Kyrmyra." The Romulan sighed softly. "Company is appreciated.. especially company that." He paused for a moment before he signed. "Understands." The sign followed by a gesture to a bench. "Shall we sit?" He signed one handed before he himself sat. The two then conversed for a time then, about the past, about struggles and life. Talked as two people who'd experienced..alot. Talked and found things better for having talked. Their conversation, when it followed, followed by their joint departure as they headed elsewhere. Headed off to go meet Telim and his Parents.