THE TIDE'S GIFT

Sladetricity · January 1

From Ashes, We Rise

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

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THE TIDE’S GIFT

OUR FIRST BORN

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ON THIS HOLY YEAR OF 614 E.S.

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In my youth, I had never thought about the prospects of a family for myself, always viewing it as a necessity to carry the name rather than a true desire. For years I lacked the drive to try and give myself what most men want, a family. That was until I had met my dear wife, Inez. Those original thoughts had instantly forgotten themselves. In Petra we sat and spoke for hours. Then countless times seeing again and again, we eventually began our courtship. Shortly after, we married, and it was not long after we discovered that we were to be blessed with a babe of our own.

The first few months were hectic. Trying to make room within our already cramped home, gathering whatever we needed in the already frigid weather. Not to mention my dearest struggling to get used to the cold environment. After countless warm drinks and nights spent remaining quiet with a book, after all the walks to the shore to wade away the cabin fever, it seemed she felt better. Enough to not remain bedridden for most of the day, at least.

Months later, Inez mentioned names. She first spoke of calling our babe “Matyas” if a boy. It sounded perfect. Though, it's unclear to me still if it was perfect because of her suggesting it, or the name itself.

Before long, our first child was welcomed into the world.

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Matyas Helmi Amador
17TH DAY OF TOV AG YERMEY OF 614 E.S.

MATYAS,

Our son takes more after his mother, with hair as dark as the ocean’s abyss and eyes blue as the glaciers that test even the mightiest of sailors. Even so young, his attention has been brought onto parchment. Anytime Inez or I try to read something he always has to accompany us on our laps. Seems our boy will be an academic of some sort, much like how my late sister wished to be, whom his middle name sources from.

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