A Flower Left to Wilt [PK]

[Ajax 335]

Amathion casts his old armour in the forge, making something new of it “The best are recast in fire. God forgive us”

[Zaerie 3747]

Aleksandra would still be mourning her elder sister, Anabel, as she got the news of her mothers demise. She shut her eyes tightly, a suffocating rasp coming from her chest as she choked out a sob. Shuddering, she moved her arms to wrap around herself in a feeble attempt to comfort herself. The young girl would still for a moment, before wiping her tears. She hurried through the streets of Reza to find her and Ruperts hiding spot, going to console herself in isolation. ”I promise, Amja, Anabel, I will not join you soon.”