Maevlin

Jun of the Petra and of Astor smiles at the announcement though does chuckle a little to themself. "Took you long enough Rowe, though I'm glad you two finally get to celebrate."

A ship long gone returns once more baring the corpse of a one armed woman. A woman once reborn and now at peace. Cireth Vesta was now at peace.

Cireth Vesta laughs a little to herself "Finally, only took you ages Cas.."

Somewhere off in a distant land, a bird drops off a missive into Vesta Gwenyth's hands. She stops in her hike up to the next wayshrine to read it. She couldn't help but smile and mutter a small prayer. "Congratulations Gus and I'll keep you in my prayers Ileana, when I eventually come home we'll have dinner.."

Vesta Gwenyth had written a letter to Rose, informing her she had safely made it to a different continent and begun her travels. Only later did that letter return with the missive. "Oh Rose, I will miss our drinks and the friendship we shared. May you find peace beyond." She murmurs as she leaves a little marking along the road she walked, a carved rose protected once more.

[!] A painting done from the boat Vesta currently traveled on. Southern winds blowing across a ruined city once again inhabited. Vesta has been tired for too long. She can’t remember the last time she slept well enough through the night, not including the nights where her body collapsed from exhaustion rather than sleep. Getting on her armor kept proving to be a struggle, and only half of it was her metallic arm. She’s made peace with what’s to come, knowing full well others haven’t. The battle rages around her, the clashing storm of steel and blood and gore surrounding her. At the center, It’s peaceful. That’s a first for her. Battles weren’t always like this. She’s seen enough to understand that fact. Her bow had served her well while the battle raged. As had her rapier. She would continue to fight knowing it bought time for the others to continue to retreat. She pressed forward, still wanting to keep that peace that currently surrounded her. She would fight for all those she loved. She fought to not live as she had before. Perhaps in this next life she would be able to be happy. Her arrows keep flying even when her fingers hurt to draw back the string. The Morri kept surrounding her. Would this be her last stand? She had forgotten what it was like to actually suffocate. She had been surrounded when the others were calling for a retreat. She thought she heard the others but by the time she had turned to start her retreat, they were already on her. Some of the legionnaires stab through the weak points of her armor, and quickly overwhelm her, burying her under a mound of spiders scampering towards the others. The last few things she saw were the familiar armors get away. At least it wouldn’t have been for nothing she thought. The darkness used to be a comfort, now it was just a reminder. She didn’t expect to make it to the others. Covered in the dried mud, blood, and other viscera she crawled her way to the sounds of others in the cave system. She could feel the infection coursing through her body with each step. They took her to see medics and to get her wounds treated, but the damage was already done. While wallowing in the pain and waiting for the medicine to do what it could, her mind was released of the strict control she had on it. There were things she did manage to say but felt she would never be able to express her gratitude correctly. There were other things she said that she knew she regretted saying but she would also regret if she never said it. The sea air helped her now that she could walk around on her own. She stood at the dock looking out to the sea, her pack in one hand as the other rested on her rapier. She was finally getting to leave, starting her new journey of penance and discovery, and be just Vesta. With a final wave to those who had gathered to see her off, she stepped onto the boat. She still looked tired, but for the first time in a long while, she let a rare smile out towards the horizon. “Where to miss?” “Anywhere, so long as I see another sunrise.”

Vesta looked back to Rosalind "Perhaps, it could be fun.."

Aestenia Aevaris took a breath as word reached her about Elias. Her adoptive nephew was the last she had of his mother, and yes she may have been hard towards the end all she can do is hope he found peace in the end. Anna Mariya sat at the entrance to the seven skies, trying to shout to the next realm "Bout time you made it! I'll find a way to send you some carrion!" Aela Asul'onn remained in the woods, wandering the paths just as when she lost her sister. "I'll miss you Elias, maybe I'll see you again."

Aestenia Aevaris smiled softly as she looked at the missive, then to the living doll that now resided within her office. "You did well Kat dear, may you get to rest well now.." She looked out to the forest, taking a moment to mourn the last of the human children she helped raise. Mariya couldn't stop bouncing around, her grin growing into a bright smile as she finally saw Kat since she asked her to send her off. "Schwester, you and I have a lot of catching up to do..." She couldn't hold in her happy tears as she pulled Kat in for a hug and further into the seven skies.

Virar Aestenia Aevaris sighs a little "It is done, now to keep moving forward."

Anna Mariya quickly scooped up Diana in a big hug, glad to see her friend once more. "Come, Rev just got here. We have a lot to catch up on dearie."

Anna Mariya let out a laugh as she welcomed Rev. "You took your damn sweet time getting here. Come I have carrion and some cigars as we catch up.."