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  1. Though the sisters would never meet in the beyond, Aylin knew their people were safe and prosperous in Leika's arms. She did what the adopted de Astrea could not. Aylin was, in fact, just the regent--she held the seat until true greatness could take the helm. And now...she hoped Leika could rest knowing how loved and how proud she made her. OoC:
  2. The Paladin Widow had spent most of her days in agonized grief. However, when not replaying her husband's death over in her mind, justice's cool flame soothed her aching soul: there was no remorse in throwing the bottle of flames.
  3. สŸแด€ แดแด€๊œฑแด„แด€ส€แด€แด…แด‡ แด…แด‡ สŸแด€ แด„แดแดœส€ แด…โ€™แด€แดแดแดœส€ The 19 of The Grand Harvest , 63 SA โ€œ๐’ฅ๐‘’ ๐“‹๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐’น๐“Š ๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘’๐“ ๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ รฉ๐“‰๐‘œ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‡๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“†๐“Š๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐’พ.โ€ โ™ฌโ™ชโ™ซ With the frost giving way to the budding of spring, the Kingdom of Elysium welcomes her citizens and allies to celebrate Love in the hopes that the aforementioned buds bloom into breathtaking blossoms. It is within these times that we hope the blossoming bud that we sow in the soil of our court grow to flourish and create future seedlings. La cour dโ€™amour is an assembly of already betrothed Elysians who will aid young lovers in finding a match during the evening! Even though it may not be your first choice, we urge you to see past what you may find fit for yourself. Allow us to guide you through a romantic evening. ITINERARY Prรฉsentation de la Cour d'Amour -: โœง :- The rules of engagement and introduction of your hosts! La danse en cercle -: โœง :- Fleeting minuets danced in minutes of cordial delight! Will you be dancing with the person of your dreams? Your future best friend? Only time will tell! La chasse au ruban -: โœง :- Find your host to be bestowed a ribbon! Who knows what colour you will be paired with! Le retour ร  la danse -: โœง :- Once you have found your ribbonโ€™s colour match, return to dance the evening away and get to know them! DRESS CODE We humbly ask our guests to adhere to the following colour codes for their masks: -: โœง :- ๐•ท๐–† ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–š๐–— ๐–‰'๐–†๐–’๐–”๐–š๐–— - Alabaster White masks worn by your helpful love hosts! -: โœง :- ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ๐–‘๐–Š - Salmon Pink masks are worn by those who do not wish to partake in the Chasse but rather search for love on the dance floor alone! -: โœง :- ๐•ญ๐–Š๐–™๐–—๐–”๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–‰/๐•ธ๐–†๐–—๐–—๐–Ž๐–Š๐–‰ - Emerald Green masks in honour of Esmond Reedeโ€™s signature colour and his passing. -: โœง :- ๐•ด๐–™'๐–˜ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–’๐–•๐–‘๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–†๐–™๐–Š๐–‰/๐–‚๐–Ž๐–‰๐–”๐–œ๐–Š๐–‰ - Sky Blue masks For the couples who wish to just enjoy the masquerade without being asked to partake in any manner of courtship rituals. -: โœง :- ๐•ท๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–•๐–Š๐–™๐–Ž๐–™๐–Š๐–˜ รฉ๐–™๐–”๐–Ž๐–‘๐–Š๐–˜ - Buttercup Yellow masks are asked to be worn by those too young to be courted but wish to simply enjoy the festivities!* Otherwise, we sincerely hope our guests will dress to feel their best! Signed, Duke Eugeo de Astrea Lady Aylin Reede de Astrea, Heir Apparent Minister of Interior & Foreign Affairs Dr. Esmeralda Mariana Guenevere, Protector of the Hyspians, High Council Member, Elysian Post & Postal Founder, & Acting Chancellor of Culture Lady Leika de Astrea
  4. โ€œ๐•€ ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐•• ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•‹๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•– ๐•๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•Š๐•  ๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ๐•๐•ช ๐•ค๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• โ„๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•  ๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•Š๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•ž๐•– ๐•”๐•๐• ๐•ค๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐••๐•– ๐•ž๐•– ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐•ค๐•™๐•– ๐••๐•š๐•• ๐•ค๐•’๐•ช, โ€˜๐•€๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•๐• ๐•ง๐•– โ€˜๐•‹๐•š๐• ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•จ๐•–๐••๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐••๐•’๐•ช.โ€™โ€ Aylin never left his side in the hours, the days since she, Togrim, and Alona had carried him from the burning cave. She worked meticulously as her mother had taught her, ensuring his mortal body was peaceful so that she could fool herself that he was only sleeping and would surely wake when dawn came. She stood vigil over him, the utter shock of what she saw before her betraying her senses until exhaustion took her. She did not hear her friends of the Lunaran guard peer through the door and stand vigil until she remerged at dawn and asked for their help to move him. In the subsequent weeks, the Badawi still woke most nights with Esmondโ€™s final moments burned into her retina, replaying over and over as guilt and grief took turns to thread each link in their chains over her heart, weighing her further. There were other nights that still a fracture of her soul hoped heโ€™d walk in through their bedroom door and introduce himself as Sirame Chirr once more, that the horrors that had occurred in that dark cave had been a farce. She went through life as an echo of her former self, finding solace instead in his fading scent on his clothes and bedsheets. When she could no longer smell him, when she desperately feared sheโ€™d lose his memory like water through cupped hands, and her Badawi spirit craved to roam once more, she began her pilgrimage to the places where timeโ€™s fabric still held echoes of memoryโ€”their lives together. She began by standing in front of the great white dogwood tree in the de Astrean palace and touching the bark to conjure the music of her bridal walk to reverberate around her. She moved to the hilltop where Esmond had been thoughtful and prepared a picnic with the children. She remembered just how much she had missed Annore but oh so thankful to have been reminded of what was important: family and treasure it was to spend time with one another. Timeโ€ฆ Aylin felt her heart constrict as guilt linked another weighty chain around it. How did their time together become so ephemeral, fleeting? There was so much of it that she missed so much thatโ€” She tore herself from the hilltop, willing her feet to continue her crusade and made her way north. Aylin felt more like a ghost herself, displaced in time as she sat on the hill where she and Esmond raised Annore from tiny seedling til she left for Yong Ping. She yearned for the warm fireside where her husband held Fitzโ€™s little hands and helped him stand upright. She climbed upward to the gardens that still remained and she stood on one end of the creek bidding her motherโ€™s tradition of courtship as Esmond professed his love and intentions to her. To where he finally revealed himself as her love after a year of mourning him, disappearing so that the forces that hunted her would cease and he could still protect her from shadows. Her feet carried her Eastward where the two had vanquished brigands, to the tea house they so enjoyed. Southward she went to the golden seas where only starlight smiled down upon them that day: where she taught him about her people, her customs, bestowed him his own Jouharu and the promises that she would teach their children one day. She chartered a boat back to familiar Western waters and walked the paths to the Elven Kingdom, recalling how they wished to take time to explore Almaris together, and after their trip to the Elven seat, promised they would andโ€ฆnever did. A light rain had descended now as she ventured past Elysium and onward to Vortice where memories were abundant but fading at the edges due to time. She recalled their first kiss along the benches, the countless evenings she spent visiting him, cousin Eleonore and Silas, the playful brawl in the rose garden that resulted in an old friend mistaking it for trouble and intervening. She recalled confessed feelings at the marble temple, the brawl he stepped in to protect her and their unborn son, and thenโ€ฆ The tavern was mostly the same. Aylin swallowed and made her way to the seat by window and took her spot as she did all those years ago. โ€œThere is beauty in simplicity,โ€ she had said to him. What was it that he returned with? โ€œThere is certainly beauty in simplicity, that I agree with. Just as there is beauty in intricacy and detail, among other things. All things that litter this realm are beautiful in their own way, be it something natural, like this flower Or something like this bustling port town, full of manmade life and activity, brick and labor.โ€ He had given her a daisy: the recurring symbol of finding beauty in mundane, fleeting moments, in the purity, essence, and timelessness of their love. And it was with those words that she vowed to live the remainder of her days for him, her anchor: to remind herself to stop a while and smell the daisies. โ€œI love you, too, Esmond,โ€ she was finally able to reply. OoC:
  5. Charbi


    I likely solely speak for myself, but as a newer member of the community I simply took it to be part of the forum culture and a quicker way to go back to a post you mean to check in and respond to when you have the spoons to do it. (Okay, that last part was definitely for me, as I certainly have several pending posts I need to respond to aaaaaa) I absolutely see your point and will attempt to rectify any I've done as quickly as I can. Thank you!
  6. The Reede de Astrea Wedding 7th of Sun's Smile, SA 49 A commissioned wedding portrait of Esmond Reede and Aylin de Astrea Announcement It is with great honour, pleasure, (and relief of their family) that Lord Esmond Reede and Lady Aylin de Astrea are to join in joyous matrimony on the afternoon of the Sunโ€™s Smile, the 49th year of the Second Age. The couple invite their honourable guests to witness their wedding ceremony by the white dogwood tree followed by a dinner banquet in the Elysian palace main hall. The eveningโ€™s festivities would begin with the newlywedโ€™s opening dance that would carry out into the evening. The bride and groom are eternally grateful for any wedding gifts, but they are certainly not necessary. In fact, they would wish that any and all contributions instead go to humanitarian relief efforts for Elvenesse in their time of need. The soon-to-be wedded pair would wish to welcome all who are friends of Elysium to the joyous occasion, and will formally send out special invitations via courier. While the newlyweds would wish for their guests to wear what they wish, the wedding theme has botanical themes, (namely daisies,) coupled with the colours of sage and mauve. Lord Esmond Reede, Chancellor for Department of Culture Lady Aylin de Astrea, Heir Regent Minister of Interior & Foreign Affairs
  7. Aylin de Astrea stumbled back against her study bookcase at the news that her dear cousin had been found in her eternal slumber in her bed in the palace. She reminisced fondly of how they were the freckled girls. The times she had comforted young Amicia. The woman she had blossomed into. The manner in which time and time again Amicia had saved her from both a terrible man and then from being struck by arrows and at deaths' door. "Until we see one another again, sweet freckled princess," Aylin murmured softly
  8. Amelya Kortrevich had already been unravelling, especially with the secret she held within her and now... now she received news that her dearest Hauchpapej, one of the few who beheld the oddity that Amelya was with fondness instead of dismay. He watched the rambunctious child grow into the...the... what was she now? Amelya sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes so very much like his. "Szam Ea was niet with vy in the end Hauchpapej. Szam...we didn't speak much beyond Emma's presentation ball. And now...Ea can only hope to continue to...do vy proud and...that we will meet again, soon."
  9. Aylin de Astrea's eyes narrowed at the penned letters, no, now twin letters of resignation and shook her head sadly. It was clear to her, in the time she had spent knowing both Aech and reading the reports on Brian, that they rarely did anything not impulsively, recklessly...hotheadedly. From attacking Nym to Aech's mishandling a situation in Savoy, an altercation at the city gates, then Brian's multiple counts of aggravated assault, breaking and entering, to now these letters? This is the thanks they give Liluth and her attempts at reformation with the pair of them? Her eyes rested on the words "Evil Norland" and her lip curled, shaking her head. Clearly the young halfling had spent time with perhaps the wrong crowd, feeding them whatever nonsense there truly was to believe their youthful world was so black and white. "Respect, dear friend," she murmured, "is something earned and not demanded. Not everyone is suited to the military life." With a backward glance before returning to her duties, Aylin looked forward to the various systems she knew were in place to aid the Rangers and perhaps assuage these feelings.
  10. [!] After several discussions between High Keeper of Norland and Heir Regent of Elysium on the matter, a letter circulated through both Norland and Elysium: It is with a heavy heart that we announce that Outrider Matilda Osmond has passed into the Allfathers Halls. Mother of Aila and Raimyr, wife of High Keeper Dramyr Edvardsson Ruric, friend of everyone she came into contact with, we wish to extend invitation for her funeral which is to be held on the premises of Old Elysium: it was a place she held most dear and is where she shared many memories with her loved ones and fellow Rangers. Signed, High Keeper Dramyr Edvardsson Ruric Aylin de Astrea, Former Chief Diplomat to Norland, Heir Regent & Head Diplomat to Elysium
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