~*~The People RP~*~ POLL ADDED!

Are you interested?

  • YES TOTALY!

    Votes: 7 25.9%
  • Yes...

    Votes: 4 14.8%
  • Kinda...

    Votes: 4 14.8%
  • Not really...

    Votes: 2 7.4%
  • Not at all...

    Votes: 10 37.0%

  • Total voters
    27
(No. It's Irish.)

(Translation...)


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow;I am the diamond glints on the snow.I am the sunlight that ripened grain;I am the gentle autumns’s rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush,I am the swift uplifting rush,Of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there; I did not die.
 
Neytiri's tears wouldn't subside. Wahats wouldn't move. She knew, with a heavy heart, no magic could work. "Oel ngati kameie tsmukan. Irayo Wahats. Nga tìrey will lu meuia." She whispered, a hand over Wahats' still heart. Her voice shook as she spoke.
 
Arin turned to her, his eyes filled with sorrow. He told her what he had just said in Irish.

"
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow;I am the diamond glints on the snow.I am the sunlight that ripened grain;I am the gentle autumns’s rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hush,I am the swift uplifting rush,Of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there; I did not die."
 
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(Lol, sure!)

Arin started leaning to her a bit...(
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