The Kibbers' Memorial

Despite the earlier moment of absurdity, the ceremony had returned to its somber tone, the weight of grief pressing down on everyone present.

The students sat in neat rows, dressed in black, their faces solemn as the wind rustled through the trees. The scent of earth and flowers mixed with the faint, lingering incense that burned near Savion Ilmari's small casket.

As the officiator neared the end of his speech, the doors to the Great Hall opened once more, and a procession of Kibbers emerged, carrying trays of carefully arranged dishes.

The small, furred creatures walked with slow steps, their large ears drooping, their whiskers twitching as they fought back tears. Their usual cheerful chattering was absent; instead, a heavy silence followed them as they approached the casket.

Each Kibber bore a dish that had been Savion's favorite-warm honeyed bread, spiced fruit, roasted meats, and sweet custards, all prepared with care.