<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/vm3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Citlalmina, "Kit"<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Immortal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cemetary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/lbd2-1.jpg)</div><br/>Kit had to blink her eyes repeatedly as Joe spoke. She and Duncan had been lovers for a very brief time some three hundred, or so, years earlier and discovered, rather quickly, that they were much better friends than Lovers. They were too different (and Duncan had still been so very young then to her) for intimacy of a romantic nature but alike enough that friendship flourished between them and Kit had admired and respected Duncan almost from the first. She had learned much from the Scottish warrior and taught him much in turn before they parted ways and, as Joe left the graveside, she had no shame in finally letting her tears fall.<br/><br/>She didn't see the man on the hill, but she did noticed the woman who left the crowd. She didn't know her and yet there was something about her. With so many immortals around her it was hard to tell if this woman was one, but Kit had long ago learned to trust her instincts and would have laid money that this woman had something to do with them...and not just with Duncan.<br/><br/>Moving forward, when it was time to pay their final respects before the casket was lowered, she reached out and laid one hand over Duncan"s folded ones. No fear of touching the dead in her as she murmured to him in her own, ancient, dialect, "Duncan MacLeod, fierce warrior, even fiercer friend, may whichever gods you hold in your heart watch over you in the afterlife and when your wheel turns once more, may your next life be more favored than this one my friend." Leaning down she pressed a kiss to his cold forehead, amazed at the artistry involved in making him look as if he hadn't had his head severed from his neck.<br/><br/>Stepping away so others might say their own last respects she let her eyes roam the crowd, catching the gazes of those she knew to be immortals and giving a small smile and a jerk of her head to the side. She would wait, but, for once, she wished company of her own kind and with the death of one of the best of them so fresh on their minds, she hoped the others would as well. Tonight would be a night to honor Duncan and put petty rivalries aside until morning.<br/><br/>Waiting on the sidelines she watched the crowd now, so many humans here to honor her friend made her smile. He had touched so many lives with that innate goodness that she had often teased him about. Among the crowd however, some few stood out like weeds in a rose garden. Watchers. She was sure they ones she could spot must be newer, usually they were far better at blending in, though she might not have noticed them if Joe and Duncan's friendship had given Duncan more information about them than any Immortal had ever had...information he had shared. Letting her mind wander away from the Watchers, she watched others paying their respects and wondered what their own last words for the dead warrior would be.