THE DOVE WHO SOARED

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From Ashes, We Rise

EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present

 

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THE DOVE WHO SOARED

A WRIT OF MOURNING

 

PUBLISHED BY

ON THIS HOLY YEAR OF 596 E.S.

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Bitter is the storm which howls through the hearts and halls of our home. I write now to make known the passing of one of our own, Helena Helmi Amador. 

 

Little more than a Saint’s Year past, upon a trail and amongst familiar company, misfortune struck and birthed a fatal accident which stole our beloved Helena from us. From this realm she has parted and onto the skies, where we pray ceaselessly that she has found peace, eternal and true. She was without malady or affliction at the time of her passing, healthy and radiant of soul – a fleeting solace in wake of this tragedy. It is with the loss of a girl whose melodramatics and vibrant tastes birthed joy wherever she stepped foot that House Amador undertakes a period of grieving.

 

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A MOURNING PERIOD

 

TO BEAR OUR GRIEF
Together, we of immediate relation will make to gather and speak aloud all we hadn’t the chance to let her hear. Before a raised pyre will offerings be laid, ushering her soul into peaceful release. And come an inferno’s cessation, all which remains, ash and tributes, are to be sealed within a casket of cedar. Thereon, her coffin shall be laid beneath a tree dubbed The Fair Helmi, undisturbed and unburdened by the mortal coil.

TO BEAR THE COLOR
In her memory a vividness is born. The customary mourning attire our people know, of black and lace, will see no display, opted for the color all knew her often swaddled betwixt – green. Until the year of 596 E.S. meets end shall those of House Amador adorn themselves in greens of any hue, just as the young Helena donned in life.

 

TO BEAR A NAME

“Long has the living moniker honoured those of our house who rise above … But never has this tradition been put into clear writ, and so with the ascension of our thirdborn I, HENRIK EDVARD AMADOR, third of my name, do decree that furthermore the eighteenth nameday of any Amador … should they prove worthy of our fire, bestowed such a title worthy of their rising into the ranks of Phoenixes bygone.” — Henrik III Edvard Amador.

It is the honor of our blood for those worthy to bear a moniker of their parent’s choosing once maturity has bloomed. Helena, fair and histrionic, did not make it her eighteenth, but it is by my will that she is bestowed an epithet nevertheless. Know her, a fledgling pure, to bear a moniker fit, of her mother’s fashioning.

HELENA HELMI
THE DOVE OF AMADOR
577 E.S. — 594 E.S.

 

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His Lordship, Anaksandr Albus Amador, 

Heir to House Amador, Lord of Queen’s Crossing,
Enestrik of Karoslund.


Her Ladyship, Mikhaila Amador, 

Guildmaster of the Healer’s Hall

 

 

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Mikhaila stood before her own reflection, clad in an emerald hue that brightened her eyes. Those very same eyes that shone in her child's now forever shut eyes. It had been weeks now she wandered the halls of where she called home alongside her Husband and remaining children. 

Her son now split, one half of a whole. Their first-born twins. 

Emotions were to be wrapped up in viridescent hues. She knew she was to stand there for her children; Those still alive. Helena's memory would not be forgotten but grief would not be allowed to cling and hinder this family further.

 

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Whether by the grace of GOD or a passing courier, Ser Aviel Helfgott would receive a copy of a missive that bore the seal of a close friend’s house. His visage grew somber at the writ that announced the end of a life that only just begun, one only a few years younger than himself. Thus the Knight clutched the silver Lorraine that hung from his neck, bowing his head and closing his eyes to pray. 
“Light Everlastin’, to Ye a light returns to ‘er home in the Skies. Let Yer warmth embrace ‘er mournin’ family: parents, siblings, cousins, an’ all that knew ‘er. Be a guiding light during this time, Father GOD. In Nomini Dei: AMEN.” He spoke, then going to put on something warm to go visit the grieving.