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Alvarya gave a few taps onto the missive with a finger, deciding "ea agree, we must be prepared for ve next attack."

Aren't you just a ray of sunshine.

A young girl read the missive, excitedly she would go tell her parents about the Karos Scouts!

Reuben Vilac wiped silent tears from his eyes, the older Vilac tucked the fond memories of his Uncle he had always looked up to, into his heart. "Vy will be greatly missed Uncle Cas..."

Reuben Vilac sat in his bedroom, hands tightly clutching his red hair as small tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Uncle Reu-Reu didn't know what to focus on, the anger or sorrow. To know one of his sister's children has been taken from this world, her light missing from this realm, it tore his heart to pieces. Old memories of grief wrapped his heart and he silently hoped his sister and her children will be strong through this time.

The young Vilac stared at at his red-bearded dragon which Ileana had gifted to him, tears welled up in those grey eyes and rolled down Reuben's cheeks. "ea loved her like she was mea Mater, Jarek.." the Teen Vilac spoke to his pet, wiping at the tears from his eyes as he let the sobs rattle through his chest, "ea wish ea could of been a better son to her"

Tara had to in fact fainted when she found out about this union! And upon seeing the official invites sent out she couldn't help but grin brightly, excitement buzzed through her thoughts.

Sabine Ebonheart blinks, "bet"

Reuben Vilac looks over the missive, "Beelian is the bestest!" a fire haired twin exclaimed to his sister.

Tarasynora Tennellar looked over the notice, a bright grin as per usual plastered on her features, "fun shit"

Tarasynora nodded simply as she read, the information corresponding with her own notes made on the meeting, "Llora better make more of those damn sandwiches!!"

˚°◦·:*¨༺ Tennallar Tunes ༻¨*:·.◦°˚ [!] The following pages are some sea shanties often sung by the Tennallar Talonnii on voyages, recorded by Tarsynora Tennallar!

Tarasynora Tennallar chuckled with her classic snarky little grin, "We all knew your maln was a bit wacky"

The Automaton's glowing hues inspected the handwritten missive, metal fingers ripped one of the missives off and folded it neatly into their satchel to show others if needed. "Any harm wished upon a Ranaleth will be met with my own efforts to terminate that who attempts" The construct was very adamant about their purpose, as a protector & caregiver.