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WEPAAAA!!!!!!!! Movies/TV: Memes: Words: naguara: an exclaimation that can be applied to almost any situation - real face palm moments bendito / ay bendito: the first word that comes out of my mouth anytime something happens Songs:

for the table at the cookout where all the uncles sit around and reminisce

watermelon woman 100% of the time

Aaren Colborn, Nerida thinks to herself... she frowns, throwing her thought into the flames.

Nerida pinned this notice upon her wall, clasping her hands thereafter. "Huzzah!"

From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present •⋅ ────────────────⊱ ༺ ✦ ༻ ⊰──────────────── ⋅• DUCHESS OF SUNHOLDT, I thank you for your response to my letter. I'd firstly like to note that I did not color the Balianese foolish, but instead myself foolish to consider to remain in Haense and fight, but I understand how you may have misunderstood this. I expect some to take offence to my words, as such is inevitable, and it is all simply a reflection of my thought process - so I ask that you forgive me if my words have offended you. I speak in earnest, and vulnerably, and stand beside my people with unwavering dedication. Frankly, I care little for what you have to say, and your assumptions are unfounded and irrelevant, and what I say towards my son in this letter is something of jest - a light hearted jab at him. My late husband and I produced a great man, I am not blind to this, and I've nothing but pride and reverence for my son, of whom will be great in my place, and who will take my place in the near future. I hope you may relieve your mind and soul of this hatred you hold for me. I pray for great fortune and prosperity upon your house and kin. •⋅ ─────────────────────⊱ ༺ ⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰───────────────────── ⋅• Matriarch of the House Amador & Haurultivsk of the Haeseni THE RISING TIDE OF AMADOR

Nerida loves her son and watches him through the cracks of the floorboards.

♪♪♪ From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present •⋅ ───⊱ ༺⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰─── ⋅• A LETTER TO MY PEOPLE AND THE FUTURE OF AMADOR PUBLISHED BY THE ON THIS HOLY YEAR OF 579 E.S. •⋅ ────────────────⊱ ༺ ✦ ༻ ⊰──────────────── ⋅• AND WHOMEVER ELSE THIS MAY CONCERN, The fall of our kingdom — the theft of our lands and the careless decisions that led to the loss of our honor and brought shame upon our people — has greatly wounded us all. Spiritually, for we are no longer welcome within our lands, where our families lived for hundreds of years, where we have worshipped, and where we nurtured ourselves and our kin. Physically, for many of us who fought in this foolish war were left maimed, crippled, or dead — left to rot in bloodstained grass, where no one brave remained to mourn. It has left us splintered throughout the realm, feeling bitter, disappointed, and disillusioned. We stood still as they mocked us and our culture, pillaged our homes from the capital to Koppány, and severed the very head of our cultural spirit — the Lady Haense. Our fight has yet to end, even though we now find ourselves few and far apart. Some fled to greater nations in hopes of reestablishing themselves, thoughtlessly swearing fealty to those who sought to destroy us, in pursuit of titular success. The rest of us cower like chicks beneath the wings of House Barbanov, hoping for peace and the chance to one day reform our kingdom — though we now nest in the home of our enemy. The irony is palpable. In the midst of it all, I, as matriarch, was charged with deciding where House Amador would settle amid the smoke and ash. While my eldest so readily locked arms with his childhood friends and skipped down the bloodied path to Norland, the decision weighed far heavier on my mind. The first option I considered — with the preservation of our titles at the forefront of my thoughts, and the hope of continuing to climb the mountain of nobility toward the summit of success — was to join our Valkonen kin and settle in the lands of Petra. I must extend my most heartfelt gratitude to the royal Therin Adil, who not only conscripted his people to fight alongside ours but offered promises of hope and prosperity. Under his rule, House Amador would retain our titles, be granted land, and integrate into Petran society. It was beautiful to imagine at first — to continue life with few disruptions and to strive once more. But once the initial wave of relief passed, I asked myself: Do we deserve this? We, who brought about a death war and so generously shared our fate with our allies, now flock to them — or to our corrivals — like orphans, seeking to carry on life uninterrupted, all so we might continue fashioning ourselves as nobles. I have heard every song of the once-‘loyal’ Haeseni fleeing in pursuit of titles and power in foreign lands, wholly undeserving of such. And I know well that House Amador has not yet earned the right to such kindness and faith. There is no honor in taking lands, titles, and jobs from loyal Petrans solely because we once had them elsewhere. The notion simply does not make sense to me, and to consider it further would be a waste of my time. The next option I considered was to remain in Zvezlund and fight for our right to our land, just as our allies in Balian had, perhaps foolishly. But with what army, I asked. Myself? A son who, while intelligent and capable, could not tell a lance from a broom? His wife, newborns, and my husband who deserve not even a shadow of stress or strife? My daughters, who are not fit for battle? We have no extensive guard force, nor support from our fellow noble houses — rendering us as capable as any other family, high- or low-born, against the forces of entire nations. It would be suicide. But perhaps, had I chosen this path, I could have died with honor. A dullard, but an honorable one. And so, I have decided on the third option, and the one my son undoubtedly favored: to cower beneath that wing and settle House Amador in Karoslund. For, in absolute honesty, the only place we belong is beside our own people — where the spirit of our Lady Haense may yet live on. I find peace in this choice. Let it be known: her spirit does not reside within the names or titles of our once-noble houses — not Barbanov-Bihar or Ruthern, not Barclay or Colborn, not even Amador. Her spirit does not cling to our gold, our crowns, or our titles. Her spirit resides within those who are loyal and brave — those who support each other selflessly and who respect our land and culture. Though her spirit has now grown dim, I pray that one day it is restored to its former glory — a glory we have not seen or felt for decades. I pray that my grandchildren, and yours, and theirs after, will grow up to be champions of our people and culture — to live in the light of our Lady Haense. And I pray that we, as a people, will not fall into obscurity, melting into surrounding influences and doomed to haunt the margins of rotting history books. House Amador does not swear fealty to any house, person, or establishment — to be absolutely clear, this is to be of no disrespect to our previous, current, or future leaders. House Amador, now and forever on, will swear fealty only to the Haeseni and Ruskan. I will remain the head of my house until I am dead or otherwise indisposed, and my heir remains my firstborn child, Anaksandr Albus Amador, and his heir thereafter, Kristoff Isaak Amador. House Amador will seek to reignite the flame that once nurtured us in dark and cold times, and work to forge an independent land to call home, alongside our kin who too have settled in Karoslund, once more, for this is not the death of the phoenix, only the preparation for its rebirth. Bej lanzsk ve Haeseni ag Ruskan. •⋅ ─────────────────────⊱ ༺ ⋅☨⋅ ✵ ⋅☨⋅ ༻ ⊰───────────────────── ⋅• Matriarch of the House Amador & Haurultivsk of the Haeseni THE RISING TIDE OF AMADOR

Nerida lit a candle within the House Amador's new lodging in the Nornlands. She mourned the loss of her kin, a relic of the legacy of Albus.

Nerida Amador, ever the proud, led her house, and stood by her people.

not sure if this was added yet.......... but sailor moon is peak