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TO CONDEMN HERESY


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The young Heir to Mondstadt peers at the shifting figures within the family manor, twisting a knot of sailor's rope around and around his hands. His studies go untouched for the moment: storm-eyes fixed on his mother's office door, the worried frown of his father, and the strange, pallid countenance of his younger brother. A little hand drifts to their crest; the stark lorraine, and its sky-blue field.

 

He doesn't understand. Not yet; not really, not in a way that matters. But he will remember the sting and the shadows of - betrayal, is it? Fear? Anger, low and smoldering, for all the anguish which now ripples through their family? 

 

Henrik watches. 

 

Henrik learns. 

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The young Amador boy looked concerned at the despaired faces of his kin with the grasp of a book within his fingertips. He then casually continued to study and read his book nonchalantly. Understanding the circumstances and the situation that was at present when the discussions were being discussed in the living-hall of the Amador Manor, now. The copy of the missive laid underneath the young boy's toy Hedgehog, knowingly that the boy was to be tested later that Saint's Day in the Basilica, approvingly agreeing so. Karl Isaak licked his right index finger to flip the page over to the next; all tales and pages have a new beginning to a new story.

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Surprised at the missive, Malcolm Godunov nodded approvingly as he read. "And 'ere ah though' 'ouse Amador were abou' tae make ah fool o' themselves."

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12 minutes ago, Greehn said:

Surprised at the missive, Malcolm Godunov nodded approvingly as he read the missive. "And 'ere ah though' 'ouse Amador was abou' tae make ah fool o' themselves."


"There was nie rash decision in how ve missive was constructed, Malcolm." His wife, Alyona, replied; from her townhouse's balcony, she peeped over at the Amador house next door. In her arms, she soothed their crying babe Aleksei who would not dare to settle. "It was well-put. They still ought to get tested, but ea admire ve effort to put out word when all that is published currently is misconstrued lies."

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Klara Miray was given yet another update as she continued to nurse that VERY SAME CUP OF TEA.

"Godan, they move quickly don't they?"

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Count Sarkozic reads another pamphlet on the late Alessandra whilst spending some time with his young son Tobiasz. He snorts, looking to the toddler as if to consult him, "Would've sparked a war if she had stuck around Adria- how ironic that she scolded and denounced us for our supposed sins, hm?" The baby didn't reply, but in Markus' mind the slight drool coming from the mouth indicated he agreed. 

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Cassian Alarik babbles and babbles, unable to form full sentences. He grasps a strand of his mother's @Cheese1sgrater hair and yanks, crying out for his aunt who he misses terribly. 

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Unawares of the severity, a young Poppiya followed suit of her brothers, and returned to her books for their comfort. The bustling of the Amador house shook the child- and her books offered the distraction much needed. Words thrown about here and there that she did not understand, but there was a sorrow to some of her kin that she would likely recall years from now, once she was finally able to understand the situation.

 

On the flip side, an aged and now angered amador woman paced about the house, muttering curses not suited to the ears of good canonists. "How dare she?! She sought comfort in my own home. I shared everything with her- saw her as my own daughter."

Trundling into the upper floors of the Amador house, Emiliya searched through her belongings, and produced the gift that Alless had given her during her debute. Back down she went and to the kitchen, where she threw the crafted flower into the fire- to burn.

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The Amador Knight felt dread creep into him, his child was lost. The dreams he had of raising a family dashed by this unholy revelation. He had not wept when the Mori pierced his lungs with a bolt, but this pain of betrayal stung a thousand times worse. Sterling was paralysed with a mix of emotions, unable to take any action to cope with this tragedy.

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A lost child felt her way through the halls of her dusty haunt, searching relentlessly for her fallen kin

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