A hextech carriage, powered by its own engine, came to a stop outside of the Ionu shrine. The golden rimmed doors opened and a woman stepped through, followed by a balding man. The woman walked forward slowly, her black skirts fluttering in the breeze. The man however was much more impatient than his woman companion. He adjusted the purple cloth covering the lower portion of his face and then dusted off his fine purple robes. It was obvious that he did not come on his own accord. When the woman finally caught up, the man snorted and hurried on ahead.
“Please don’t act as if you don’t want to be here Calvorn. This is sacred place, and we are at a funeral,” the woman said calmly, her face expressionless. The man turned his head back and snorted again.
“I don’t want to be here, Yvainne. I was forced to come here, not by your inconsistent nagging, but by some higher order. Now will you hurry up, the dead man doesn’t have all day,” Amuse chuckled to himself and hurried on ahead. Yvainne sighed and turned back towards the carriage.
“Master Chipper, Senior Ming, if you’d hurry, please.” Two more bodies appeared from the carriage, one was a small Yordle with black and white fur, the only thing black on the small creature was his cloak. His companion was a woman, her hair was long and unwashed, and her clothing in disrepair. Yvainne bowed her head to the two and continued on into the Funeral grounds. The group of four made their way into the Shirne and each seats their self next to one another. Before she sat though, Yvainne walked up to Haelion's headstone and laid down two items.
A mirrored locket, the item that was Yvainne's first contact with the legendary mage. And a metal leaf, a gift that recognized Haelion as an avid fighter of the void.
Caroline walked through the area with her head held high. True, she was a Noxian, but even she knew to show her respect to someone infinitely more powerful than she… someone that showed concern for her. She sighed and picked at her black garments. The woman was wearing a simple black tunic and a black skirt, she didn’t want to offend anyone by wearing her Noxian garbs at the funeral in Ionian lands. Caroline scanned the room once more and then sat in the front, waiting for the multitude of people that would come and show their respect for Haelion Bastion.
There was a brief flicker, and then a transparent figure stepped forward and began to solidify. Soon it was a large brown Yeti, using his knuckles to move forward while turning his head side to side. His eyes were shut and it was clear from the aura that he permeated that this was only an astral projection, for the real Yeti was high in the mountains of the Freljords.