Lyah walked trough the festival grounds, clutching the cloth in her hands tightly.
She walked past people dancing, people singing. She walked past Misha who was talking to someone she didn't know.
She walked past a little girl in expensive clothes. She walked past a group of people talking about the sacrifices.
She walked past a short, bearded man, shouting at the skies.
None of it caught her attention. Her concentration was fixed on the pyre.
Smoke and cinders met her in her way. They stung her eyes and in momentary blindness she walked into the Mayor.
"Sorry" She mumbled as she moved past him and took the stairs up. From here she had a nice view of the grounds, the fire and the cliffs.
By the fire stood two old men, both smiling at her. One was the old priest she'd known for years.
The other she knew was her father in disguise, who she'd known for minutes.
It was a strange feeling, like standing at the edge of a cliff. Even though she knew she'd get the response she wanted. This was still a turning point.

A single tear escaped her eye and made it's way down. Lyah caught it with the cloth in her hands. The scarf that was her last memento to her mother.
"Long enough have I dwelt on the past and wept. But that ends here." She spoke softly.

[b]"I sacrifice my last and final tear."[/b]

She dropped the cloth and it danced down as the wind played with it, before letting the flames have it.
"And you can keep me to that promise."