Vanille stood farther back from the coffin and the crowd. Though she did not know Saia, she would mourn her all the same. A lost life needed to be mourned, no matter who it was and whether you knew the person or not.
Vanille's usual peppy clothing was replaced with a slim black dress, a small choker with a black bow around her neck. Her zanpakuto was hidden within her gigai, her bouncy pink curls, usually in ponytails, were straightened and laying across one shoulder. Tears fell from her gray eyes as she watched, a small black hat on her head with a short of see-through veil.
May you rest in peace, Dear Saia, She thought sorrowfully. And you as well, Darling Kathy.