-_Wish of Tevarae_-
Veslorurn was checking on the oldest part of the graveyard. He moved slowly through the dense foliage. One might say this was the creepiest part of the graveyard, he just felt it was where the spirits were strongest. It made him sad though, seeing it in this state. Not many humans came to this part anymore. He paused to stare down at a grave nearly covered an sighed softly.
A blue fox picked her way daintily through the heavy brush. Her ears perked at the sound of the stallion's sigh. "What troubles you Veslo?" Her voice was soft and gentle.
"It saddens me these graves have been forgotten." He gently touched his muzzle to a plant covering a grave stone for a moment lost in his own thoughts.