kuerbis

Changed Status to Pending

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Changed Status to Under Review

Svietoslava grins brightly, as she hears the delightful news. Florence shrugged, taking another sip of her drink.

Florence nodded a few times, unsure what to think of this. A small smile unwillingly creeps on her face after a moment, before she turns back to her work and her alcohol.

Love the concept!

"Ave!" exclaims Florence Ironwood, as she returned home from the battle.

Florence Silversteed Ironwood simply nodded.

Florence sharpened her blade, ready to clip some ears.

"Rest in peace, toe-sucker." Florence muttered quietly, as she lit a candle to honor him and the other fallen people, that fought for Arcas.

When Florence thinks back to her uncle, or any deceased family member for that matter, a wave of sadness washed over her. Flora handles her own emotions poorly. She’d usually just get angry at people, or herself, but since Aslan died, since the uncle, that looked just like her father died, she was not able to get angry. The only thing that she feels was sadness and a form of emptiness. The girl would like just to stay in her room forever, but her career and the people she still held close would not let her. There were four people in her life, that she saw as fathers: Epistile Bronwyn, Aslan’s brother, her real father. Ajax Ironwood III, he was her adoptive uncle. His death scarred the young girl deeply. Beyarin Silversteed, her adoptive father, the man that took her under his wing when she was all alone. The only man out of them, that was still alive, and of course: Aslan Bronwyn. Her uncle, the grumpy old man she would fight and laugh with. It was hard to see him go. She’d often be seen at her late parent’s grave, that was now also Aslan’s. Her uncles death has hardened Flora. Made her stronger and weaker at the same time. It felt like everyone around her was dying. Her mother, her father, Ajax, Adelina, Aslan. She would always remember and love them, even tough she was bad at expressing this love. In the end, the only thing she can do, is hope that he is somewhere, reunited with his brother, happy and safe. May he rest in peace.

Flora cheers for her Auntie.

“Ave Curonia...” Flora mumbled, as she started gathering more Blissfoil and Tippen’s Root.