In the middle of the clearing was Mom’s pyre. Her body was tightly wrapped and placed atop of it. Her wraps had surprisingly been decorated with beautiful flower wreaths. I suspect that had been Aria’s doing.
“The flowers are simply gorgeous. I can tell how hard you must have worked on these wreaths.” I complimented the garlands. “What are they?” I didn’t know much about flowers but I really did think they were breathtaking.
“The white ones are chrysanthemums, Amanda told me they are a symbol for many cultures that celebrate some one’s life or mourn their death depending on where you are from, I thought it was perfect because I want to do both. Amanda sort of did the rest, I don’t know what those flowers are.” Aria was like Mom in that regard, she liked to know what certain things meant.
