Octavius had been busy, always studying, understanding, and comprehending death in its entirety. He was pretty laid back when it came to gatherings as his feet carried him toward the Main cemetery. Book in hand he stepped upon the ground as the blade's grass slid along his ankles nonchalantly. While the area was unkempt in places, it still had a semblance of being tended if only in design or form. Pausing with a solitary breath, he sought others of this clan awaiting the reasonings for such a gathering. The Cemetary felt homely to him rather than being cooped up in a Church studying for what seemed years now.
His eyes lingered as faint Moonlight glistened in those Crimson orbs leaving a thoughtful expression on his face. Leaning against a tombstone his fingers started paging through his beloved book a silver-haired ponytail falling slowly over his shoulder. Soon someone would approach him, for now, he desired to delve once more into his studies as usual. Burial rites were indeed fascinating leaving Octavius to desire knowledge and closure for such an in-depth subject.