Weebmaster36 248 Share Posted March 12, 2022 Mink stood within the kitchen kneading the dough and getting it ready to set out to rise. Under her breath she sang a lullaby, one that her father would’ve sung to her when she was younger. It was before dawn, a time that was often for Mink to wake up. Even as a noble woman, she desired more to clean and see the happy smiles and full stomachs of her family than any gold or coin. Turning away from the kitchen she walked into the off-room parlor. Taking a seat next to the portrait of the Vuiller family she sighed at the sight of it. It pulled her heartstrings, seeing everyone so happy, and most likely the only painting of her father. She placed her hand over her chest, gripping the shirt of her dress as her heart tightened more. Something wasn’t right, her body hurt and suddenly she was on the floor. In her fleeting moments she thought back on her life. A young girl by the name of Mink Vuiller ran around the streets of Oren, looking around for her family. She soon stopped outside one of the many tall buildings and listened to the loud voice of her father coming from within. Soon Mink was greeted with more of her family, her siblings and distant cousins. The girl hid next to her proud father, Cardinal Johan Vuiller, watching with squinted eyes at all the people around her. The party dispersed and she left with her cousin, helping carry her sleeping brother into the cathedral. A few years later Mink was within Southbridge, hiding with her sister and other women as it was attacked. The almost teen would glare frequently at the duchess that resided in the same room as them. She grew to despise the woman even more when she pulled the hair out of Ravn Vuiller's scalp. When they all fled back to Providence Mink wanted to leave the group, but did not as her father was there at the gates when she arrived. Minutes later they were within the palace, and stuck within one of the many rooms. Mink was grumbling at her sister next to her as the Duchess went into another room with her father. Frequently her eyes wandered over to the armored man that the Duchess had picked up for ‘protection’. “I don’t see why I need to stay here- why we have to stay here.” Mink crossed her arms as she looked over at the Dutchess’ daughter that stood on the other end of the room. Mink was running through the streets of Oren, laughing at her escape from the room and essentially the palace. She could hear her father’s booming voice behind her, and it only made her move faster. Soon the gates to the city were in sight as she took the citizen doors and made her way down the long stairs. As her flats touched the solid earth she looked at the road signs, taking a sharp right and running over a bridge. Eventually Mink stopped running as she had landed in New Esbec, and the smell of cooking meat wafted to her from the local tavern. During many nights Mink would leave the safety of her home and take the trek to New Esbec to learn how to fight. During those nights the dark elf that was training her, Hans, would let her ask about her old wounds and of his past. The two became close friends, and soon Hans had gifted her a Dwarven Greataxe. “It is special, so take good care of it.” He smiled at her as she learned how to properly use the weapon. Years had passed, and Mink grew into a young lady. Over those years Mink had been cooped up mostly within her room reading and doing lazy sketches. When she did leave her home, she met nice men her age, and for a while she did adore one but he turned and left with no trace. Many times this would happen to her, a man seemingly made to be her other would walk in and then out of her life. It confused and frustrated her, and it led her to leave on an expedition for many a year. Mink’s life continued like this till she settled and decided to start writing a book. Giving up on her own hope of love, she wrote and wrote drafts to day's ends. With the help of her sister they would both dable into sewing, and creating outfits, but it never stuck to Mink like her writing did. But as a war grew and soon broke out, Mink would not have the peace she needed. So for the first few years of the war, Mink stayed away from her family and went to other nations. Under the name Nerza, Mink would write her stories in peace. She was growing old and gray in a few spots in her hair, and it helped put a new perspective into her mind. Within her downtime, Mink would spoil local youths and give them mina or toys or sweets and it brought her great joy to see that smile upon their faces. Near the end of the war, Mink returned to her family and at their new estate. She smiled at the large lake within the center of the land as her brother Rev Vuiller approached her. The two triplets hugged and talked about the time that they had missed from one another. Rev even showed her a room where she could call her own. Old and graying, Mink confined herself to the cleanliness of the fortress-like keep. Keeping what semblance of a routine she would wake early to make breakfast for the family, occasionally taking the help of the younger generations. While everyone else was out and about Mink would sweep, dust, polish and shine everything she could. Her days were simple to her, cook, clean and rest. Mink’s life had been awry, and all over the place. And in her fleeting moments of life, she wished for nothing more than for the relief from it all. And that is what she gotten that when she breathed her last breath. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tadabug2000 3501 Share Posted March 12, 2022 One such Ravn Vuiller felt as if all the air had left her body, gaze turning to one that was lost and vacant without her triplet sister. The halls of their keep seemed oddly silent for the often boisterous family, weathered hands clutching shakily at a needle, having been intent on embroidering her daughter a handkerchief to commiserate getting into her teenaged years but her heart wasn't in it. She was getting older, she knew that. As was her triplet brother, Viscount Rev Vuiller and yet.. she felt as if she were a young girl all over again, cowering behind her siblings and even so meek. Never able to discern what to do without her siblings. Her heart hurt, more then that of heartache, as she clutched at her chest. Gaze shuttering, she couldn't bring herself to call for her husband as the aging woman had a heart attack. What would be the first of many in the coming years, for she would love but not without that ever present hurt. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoshBright 2104 Share Posted March 12, 2022 Sir Jarad Munnel would lay in his bed, saddened by the death of his sister, they had not talked much but she was one of the first people he meet, he would just lay there "First the cardinal and now Mink..." he would sigh and place an arm over his face 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HIGH_FIRE 4117 Share Posted March 12, 2022 Duncan would walk into the keep and find the dead body of Mink laying before him as he frowns. He didn't know his sister in law terribly well, but she meant a great deal to him and was always a good aunt to his children. He would get some cloth and wrap her body up as he would move the body elsewhere to ensure the kids wouldn't see. He would then issue a letter to the family with a few lone tears leaving his eyes. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harald 2465 Share Posted March 12, 2022 As The Viscount, Sir Rev Vuiller sat within his carriage on his way home to Vuillermoz from Providence his eyes would rest gazing into the nature surrounding them within the Grenzi regions of the Empire, his mind taking him back to all those younger years within the city with his triplet sisters. The years while they were gone while he worked by the side of his father, his first years in the Ministry of Justice and Ministry of Civil Affairs where he had met his wife Diana. Back to the day when his both of his sisters had returned to their old estate of the lower petra before the war.. all memories the aging man kept close to his heart brining him joy. It was within this moment he heard the crying call of a eagle roaming over Vuillermoz as his carriage arrived. The man raising his brow as he looked out the window of his carriage. His eyes flickering as he noticed whos eagle it was that seemed to scream of pain. His heart would tighten as he rushed out of his carriage running down towards their family home with the aid of the cane that once belonged to their grandfather. As he entered the uncommonly quiet halls he'd pause in his set as tears would leave his eyes "N.. Nie.. niet Mink.." was the only words that would leave the man. They had always had many siblings, cousins.. a over all large family.. but his own safe guard had always been his triplet sisters... he looked up to the family painting from where Mink had stood his eyes still filled with pain.. No longer with they be three, but now they must carry on as two..Within the Seven skies, a familiar man would stand by the gates within his Uniform, trident in hand as a wide smile rested upon his face. The towering figure opening his arms as he saw his daughter enter the gates, she who had been the last person by his side at his own passing "Oh Minky! How ea have missed vy!" Johan Vuiller would rush towards her to bring her into his embrace having tears of both joy and sadness leaving him. "Ea have waited for vy Minky, come lets speak with vyr granderpapej Harald and vyr brothers and sisters hm?" Just like he had when she was a child, the towering man bent down to his knee looking towards her. keeping his warm and ever loving smile "Tell me dear, how my children?" 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rattussmackus 597 Share Posted March 12, 2022 Josephine Wick-Vuiller tilts her head as she hears of Mink’s death. For a second she didn’t understand why her cheek suddenly became wet with tears. Then it clicked, the smell of stew inflames her senses. She remembers it well, the meat, soft and tender. The vegetables melting on her tongue, Josie collapses onto her knees then. One of the last things she remembers telling her was "This is wonderful, I've never eaten with someone else before." Josie clutches her chest, sobs emitting from her, she was going to tell Mink that, that had now changed. That she had meals with her family for the first time. But now she can't, Mink was dead. The lady who gave her stew, offered kind words of encouragement, told her it was okay, was gone. Josie rushed to her husband where she sought comfort as she continued to wail. @HeyitsNano 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weebmaster36 248 Author Share Posted March 13, 2022 18 hours ago, Harald said: As The Viscount, Sir Rev Vuiller sat within his carriage on his way home to Vuillermoz from Providence his eyes would rest gazing into the nature surrounding them within the Grenzi regions of the Empire, his mind taking him back to all those younger years within the city with his triplet sisters. The years while they were gone while he worked by the side of his father, his first years in the Ministry of Justice and Ministry of Civil Affairs where he had met his wife Diana. Back to the day when his both of his sisters had returned to their old estate of the lower petra before the war.. all memories the aging man kept close to his heart brining him joy. It was within this moment he heard the crying call of a eagle roaming over Vuillermoz as his carriage arrived. The man raising his brow as he looked out the window of his carriage. His eyes flickering as he noticed whos eagle it was that seemed to scream of pain. His heart would tighten as he rushed out of his carriage running down towards their family home with the aid of the cane that once belonged to their grandfather. As he entered the uncommonly quiet halls he'd pause in his set as tears would leave his eyes "N.. Nie.. niet Mink.." was the only words that would leave the man. They had always had many siblings, cousins.. a over all large family.. but his own safe guard had always been his triplet sisters... he looked up to the family painting from where Mink had stood his eyes still filled with pain.. No longer with they be three, but now they must carry on as two..Within the Seven skies, a familiar man would stand by the gates within his Uniform, trident in hand as a wide smile rested upon his face. The towering figure opening his arms as he saw his daughter enter the gates, she who had been the last person by his side at his own passing "Oh Minky! How ea have missed vy!" Johan Vuiller would rush towards her to bring her into his embrace having tears of both joy and sadness leaving him. "Ea have waited for vy Minky, come lets speak with vyr granderpapej Harald and vyr brothers and sisters hm?" Just like he had when she was a child, the towering man bent down to his knee looking towards her. keeping his warm and ever loving smile "Tell me dear, how my children?" Mink hugged her father back, a sigh of relief escaping her. She dearly missed the feeling of her father's hugs. "Alive and well, I was cooking for the family for a while." She quipped, giving a smile back to her father. Her image was that of her prime. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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