OoC: what's the approximate timestamp for this? Cuz Stray doesn't get to Zinny til 3rd cycle of Optia -ish 
How Straylor managed to find himself before a random funeral service was beyond him. In truth, he was never a funeral-goer (if there were indeed such people). As a child, he was almost always excempt from his uncles' and aunties' bye-bye parties. That was just how things worked. His mother despised the occasion, calling it lip-service to bid good fortune to the passed away even if you
really wanted them to die a
loong time ago. Perhaps Straylor's mother disliked a whole lot of people; he'd never know.
But that didn't mean that such events never tickled Straylor's curiosity. He was a red-blooded human after all. It was supposedly humanity's taste to know
more that got them into enough trouble -- but not as much as cats. How this came to be may forever be a mystery; but that's another matter. Nevertheless, Stray's had some experience sneaking to random funerals in Medonia. The graveyard there was spacious and had enough hiding places to make children go ga-ga. It was also the most ideal setting for hide-and-seek. Which is actually how Straylor sneaked into his first funeral.
But this one was ... different.
Straylor arrived short of disastrously lost. He had been following the cobblestones for a few candlemarks, occasionally deviating from his usual path to window-shop and tamper with foreign merchandise and foodstuffs. His favorite thus far was the tea and the rice. He didn't know
why Trysvale didn't have any rice farms, but it should! And the tea was beautiful -- like a party in one's mouth, only better. Then, all of a sudden, he happened upon the grounds that was home to the passed.
He was about to turn around and wander back towards the Pheonix District (his favorite place) but a female caught his attention. Smiling inward, he invested a few quick strides in her direction while making sure that his sheathed twin shortswords didn't get in the way. His military boots squeaked slightly when it trodded over grass, but that bothered Straylor very little. He wore his dark coloured vest over a neatly-pressed poet shirt that brightening to make sure he was cool enough outside. The twin Suns hovered overhead, revealing the sharp highlights of golden brown and dark red which made up his wavy hair. He should've tied it in a ponytail earlier.
Running his hands through his locks, Straylor slowed his pace once he neared Jade and then attempted to look natural ... whatever that meant. She was pretty. He took a second glance, before returning his attention to the service in progress. It was about that time that he heard a raven, causing him to turn towards the sound. His eyes caught another figure, male, but ignored him. He needed to look overly masculine, yet somewhat sensitive to the events unfolding.
So, without much effort, Straylor crossed his arms across his chest and then lifted one hand to rub his left eye. He sniffed then straightened up. Perfect. Now, come and comfort me.