The delicate thing, able to fit around my wrist, jingled sweetly as I rose with it. Knowing this would be the last time I touched her, I bent down and unfastened the anklet Little Tigress wore. I said the words, “Wake up on the other side, run and play but do not hide, so only together we can come back to Neverland pride.” The shades reminded me of sunset over our isle. The veins of the leaf were a greener sort of yellow, the stem at the bottom a redder variation. I let go of my leaf, watching every passing detail as it spun in it’s decent. She’d looked like that every night for the seven years of her life. Reclined so peacefully in her little boat, you’d never guess she was ravaged by talons and gouged by dinosaurian teeth. It was my turn to step forward, say the words of passing, and throw my canary yellow leaf on top of Ashtara’s body.
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