<div class="floatright">(http://jolstatic.fr/www/captures/439/5/20445-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Victoria Blaze, Lavamancer</strong><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bicurious<br/><strong>Loation:</strong>Funeral<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eldrith<br/><br/>Vicky too had little tolerance for the self righteous prattling of the priest. The one person who knew Zach best among those here was Eldrith, and if she wished to say anything for Zach, she would. Otherwise everyone else could shut it. She stepped for a moment from the altar, "Please, may everyone form a circle, and hold hands." The crowd did so, holding hands so that everyone was connected, the circle enclosing Zach and Eldrich. When everyone was in place, Vicky stepped forward, cupping her hands around the torch's flame that Eldrich held. Its flicking orange flame changed to a pure white (see pic). Tendrils of light, slow and strong slowly flowed down the torch to envelope Eldrich gently, bringing an aura of soft peace and sadness.<br/><br/>The fire spread down Vicky's arms and across her body until her entire being glowed softly. From her it spread to the next person, then the next, until the entire congregation glowed with the slow soft white flame. Stepping forward, and still holding Eldrich's hand, she beckoned her to touch the pyre. With Eldrich's touch, the white fire raced across her fingers, spiraling up the pyre to engulf Zach's body. The connected fires burned brightly until Eldrith stepped back, the fire remaining white and strong on the pyre, while the harmless flame on the congregation softly dimmed and disappeared.<br/><br/>Vicky stepped back, bowing her head slightly as the flames licked the wooden pyre, rising higher and higher into the sky, the flames spiraling together as the tendrils reached higher still into the sky. It seemed as if it was a giant slender plant, reaching for the skies. The pyre was like a beacon, visible for miles and miles around. Any mage who studied the ancient customs of the Pyromancers/Lavamancers would recognize the traditional funeral rite and would know a great hero had passed away. As the slender flames reached the clouds, the tendrils dispersed, flickering into the sky, a thin fiery link between Zach and the Heavens. Ancient Pyromancer lore once told that the spirit of the passed individual used this 'climbing rope' of flame to ascend to heaven.<br/><br/>Vicky took her eyes off the spectacle when Eldrich fell to her hands and knees, her anguish and sorrow bare. Vicky knelt beside her, gently putting her arms around Eldrich. There were no words she could say to comfort her, so she remained silent, cradling Eldrich as she wept, her body rocking with her sobs.