Adelaide Kasperian-Kazaar
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Adelaide watched from the steps of the mausoleum entrance, the overhang of the grand marble facade giving her shelter from the continuous rain.
Kazaar was just visible from this distance. A dark figure with stooped shoulders wrapped in a long black coat that dripped rivulets of rainwater from its hem. He had been standing there for some time now and all the while, Adelaide's heart weighed heavy. She knew how he felt - overwhelmed - for she felt the same way. They had both been run over by a freight-train of grief that barrelled over them not once, but time and time again, as waves of regret and recrimination recalled themselves to each one with an unforgiving persistance.
Aurelias had hardly strung more than two words at a time to her since he had arrived early that morning, his interest only in knowing where he might find Bren. He'd barely looked at her. And Adelaide had barely looked at him. She knew he wouldn't stay in Brentaal long. Perhaps it was just as well.
In the cold damp of mid-morning, her back chilled her as she leaned against the support of the old stone hall, The grey clouded sky showed no promise of a reprieve from the downpour. Adelaide Kasperian-Kazaar waited for her husband to say goodbye to his son, and, with small hope, that he would by some miracle come back to her.
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